Alternate Ending To Frankenstein

Indirect Quote: Bilbo understood on page 52, that going ahead made him leave behind safety and comfort which were mostly found in his hobbit-hole. (p.52)

Lightning strikes and all of the sudden Victor realizes he has made two mistakes now. As the monsters companion rises Victor falls to his knees clutching his face to hide the tears of his sorrow. He mumbles “i’m so sorry ... i’m.. i’m sorry” not to anyone in particular just for his mistakes. While victor is breaking down the the monster goes to the table his new companion is sitting on and says “now I’m not alone”. the monsters smile fades as he turns to Victor “now there is one last thing to take care of” the monster stamps towards Victor who is still blubbering on the floor. The monster grabs his neck and his hands drop from his face revealing his bloodshot eyes and the dribble from the tears. Victor neither begs for air or struggles against the monster all Victor does is whisper in a raspy voice “thank you”.

In Shelley’s Frankenstein, the monster is portrayed as a grotesque abomination. However, as Hopkins states in Contending Forces, the cultural and geographical situations, or lack thereof, in which one matures in play a crucial role in the proper development of one’s mind and brain. The monster is simply a product of circumstance. The lack of social interactions alongside geographical isolation propelled the daemon to be alienated from society, ultimately resulting in a lack of morals and an underdeveloped psyche. By being a culmination of his surroundings and experiences it is revealed that the true monstrous entities are the factors that leave the daemon predisposed to fail in a modern society. Arguably, Victor created a being, while the circumstances that said being was placed in “created” a monster. Shelley purposefully terrorizes the monster with such intensity to provoke and justify the overarching theme in this novel which states that people should not be judged on their physical appearance.

The distant clang of metal against metal, the feeling of weight being pushed upon your sword, and the prideful cries of battle. You let out a hefty laugh and pushed harshly against your blade making your opponent buckle and shake under your might. You draw back your arm with another mighty howl and bring it down in a sharp arc. Your opponent lets out a cry of pain as they writhe and scream on the ground before going still, their eyes going blank their mouth tilted upwards towards the sky in a silent prayer. You watch as blood seeps from their wounded front side and pool into the grass at an achingly slow pace.

A spark A life A beginning… A light, a bright yellow light. It stared in wonder as the light slowly shifted from yellow to gold, to red and then to an almost black blue. When the light seemed to have stopped changing it slowly broke from its trance and felt its body.

I had just left my father’s funeral. I was wondering where my brother Victor was. He was not at the funeral; could he just have been at home? Why would he miss our father’s funeral. So I got in my carriage and rode home. Victor was not at home. So I went to ask the people in Geneva. One woman told me that victor had left for the Arctic. I asked myself: Why would Victor leave for the Arctic? I realized that I had no family member left, I was all alone. All the money and property was supposed to go to victor because he was the oldest son. But now since he is not here to inherit it, the money was all mine. I being a teenager thought that throwing a party would be fun. But then I thought let me get settled and used to this empty home. I

As I sit here, penning these words, my heart weighs heavy with the burden of my creation. The events that have transpired since our last meeting have plunged me into depths of despair and remorse. Oh, how I wish I could shield you from the horrors that now haunt my every waking moment. The creature I brought to life, my hands trembling in fear and excitement, now haunts my every waking moment. What have I done, and what will I do?

I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and struggling to move my restrained arms. The night guards ripped open the heavy steel door to see what was wrong. The creature was standing in the corner looking right at me. I was pulling my arms against the leather restrains trying to point the naive guards to the cause of my appalling state. The

The novel Frankenstein is wonderful in various ways, from the provoking portrayal of human emotion throughout the story; to the elements of fantasy that stimulate the imagination. However, as one (anonymous) critic put it, “[T]he work seems to have been written… …on a very crude and ill-digested plan; and the detail is, in consequence, frequently filled with the most gross and obvious inconsistencies.” (The Literary Panorama). While the critic attempts to expose some inconsistencies in the story, the acerbity in his review of the novel is unfair based on the support he provides. The irony of this review is that although he tries to expose the plot’s inconsistencies, he uses a non-issue as backing, and yet misses the most glaring oversight in the novel.

In the novel, Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, there are two constant struggles. One is the

Frankenstein is a gothic novel that many people know the horrors of this creature. Frankenstein, the character was conveyed by the agony that Mary Shelley received from her huge loss several occasions. She was born in London in 1797, her mother died after she was 11 days old, sister committed suicide after she married with Percy Byssche Shelley. She was happy, but afterward she had 3 miscarriages and lost her husband when she was 25. It became a nightmare which is hard for anyone to receive painfully. This tragedy was inspired to write about the Frankenstein. The character, Dr. Frankenstein, a man who engrossed to put life to the dead by bringing several parts of the corpse to sew together. Finally, he made the inhuman live as the monster that

I hastily fled to my newest place of work. I had inhabited the world with a second creation. This demon, though a woman, was more terrifying and hideous than the first. A monstrous creature created only for longing of a new beginning. A world where I would forget this horrible deed I had bestowed upon the universe. I had only promised my first creation a companion, not a family. His companion would never get the chance to conceive, for no more demons will wreak havoc upon mankind. I fled knowing the creature was close looking for what I had promised him.

Then, with his call the ground beneath our feet began to shake as if a second train were about to cross over the bridge. The vibrations pace quickened to a tremor. Stones and other pieces of loose gravel scattered over the ground started to slide dancing to the sudden earthquake. Old deadfall branches and piles of half-rotten leaves began to make their way down the hillsides as they tumbled into the creek. The sounds of subsiding earth, then became replaced by sounds of deep, hoarse moaning than seemed to resonate throughout the air as it flooded in from all around us.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a Narrative which tells of Victor Frankenstein and his inhuman creation which he calls, a “wretch.” She writes entirely the book in modern english, which suits the setting and time frame of the story. Shelly utilizes approximately five people to narrate her book. The letters in the first twenty-five pages and a majority of Frankenstein is narrated by Robert Walton. Chapters six through eight, through letters, are mainly narrated by Elizabeth Lavenza and Alphonse Frankenstein. Chapters eleven through eighteen are composed of Frankenstein 's creation narrating his own story, and of Frankenstein speaking very little. Chapter eighteen through the closing of the book is narrated by Victor Frankenstein as he tells

Have you ever wanted to find someone to love? Well, the monster wanted to find someone just like him to love. Victor Frankenstein created a monster that was nice and helped people. But, people treated him bad for doing nice things. The monster felt lonely so Victor and the monster made a promise that if he created a female creature for the monster to love that he will go live in the forest and eat nuts and berries and leave humanity alone. So, Victor went to go build a female creature, but before he made the creature come to life he destroyed it and the monster was devastated. Yes, I think that Victor made the right decision to destroy the creature.