I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat. 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
Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let
A lot of interesting things happen in these two chapters. First, Alex gets manipulated into spending New Year’s Eve at the nursing home, with Laurie. When Laurie asks about Alex’s sentence and how much time he has left, and Sol hears, things go wrong. Sol becomes very agitated with Alex about how he was just a punishment (then more mad when he learns what Alex did). Laurie later attempts to convince Alex to go back to the home, but he doesn’t and they sleep at his house. In Chapter 12, Alex’s dad gets reintroduced when his parents reveal to Alex that they are back together (even after, according to Alex, spending twelve months and $30,000 fighting each other in court).
The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.
Mary Shelley’s, Frankenstein, symbolized a person’s necessity for acceptance by society. Society labels everything as good or bad, right or wrong, rich or poor. Although some of these labels may be correct, many are misconceptions. The monster, needed to be accepted by society, but instead was scorned, attacked, and shunned because of his outward appearance. The treatment of the monster was on the assumption that he was actually a monster. The only justification of this treatment was his outward appearance.
In this excerpt, Frankenstein is told in the first person point of view. With the excerpt being told in first point of view, we can learn more about the monster. We can understand what the monster is thinking, how he is feeling, and how he learns. We can see how the monster gains his humanity. As we read this excerpt, we can see that Frankenstein is a grown man in a baby’s body.
It’s the tale as old as time, the monster that lurks within the shadows under the bed, or withering in the corner of the closet. The child tremors until the parent checks the entire room, vanishing all doubts of safety. As a child, I shared these fears, but as I outgrew these demons I learned that the real angst was always hiding within my self; the fear of the unknown. It’s uncontrollable, and only discovered once time has revealed its destiny. It goes beyond the standard questions of why or what. The anxiety that fell upon me was so overwhelming it disturbed my everyday; making the future my personal villain.
Several fields have studied the relationship between creator and creation. The most significant aspect of this research considers the difference between nature and nurture. Sociologists, psychologists, scientists, and other professionals have tried to pin down the exact distinctions between these two types of upbringings. In literature, the same questions have been asked and studied using fictional characters, most famously in John Milton’s Paradise Lost, in 1667, and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in 1818. The complexity of the characters in these texts creates the theme of nature versus nurture before they diverge and arrive at differing conclusions.
The newborn snow is stained crimson, and in the center of the small clearing is a wounded fawn. With each attempt the creature makes to stand, its trembling legs give out and it falls once again into the cold. I remain behind the treeline for a moment longer, for fear of frightening it. Then, I step out from behind a pine’s shadow into the pale light. The fawn’s head snaps to the side, its wide eyes locked on me. My every movement towards it is cautious, and when I reach the little being, the small girl, she attempts to flee. Before she can fall, I wrap her up in my arms.
I held on to the bed head as the creature drag my foot violently and a vicious pain shot up my thigh, I struggle to grab the night lamp and manage to secure it and throw it with all the strength I could muster at such an awkward position, the lamp slam into one of the creature oversize eye and the thing let out the most god awful sound I have ever heard. The tentacles around my ankle loosen and I manage to slip my foot free, I fell to the floor and immediately ran for the door screaming for help. To my absolute horror,
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.
Romanticism is the active search for expression and understanding, whether scientifically or creatively and the composers of texts are significant in providing insight and understanding of the various perceptions of these individuals. There are countless concepts and ideologies that contribute to the way of thinking that is Romanticism. However, two themes consistent in and central to texts that express Romantic concerns is that of the transcendent world; a world most commonly manifested in the realm of the imagination and within the expression and search for the divinity that links one human being to another and creates individualism between persons. Within my studies I have recognised to a great extent that ways of thinking are represented
“In Frankenstein, the narratives seem to grow organically from one another: it is impossible to extricate the narratives from one another, as they are so closely linked and interwoven.”
Frankenstein was a scientist who thought that the world was a secret, which he desired to discover in the scientific field. He worked to find out the relationship between humans and animals. He was attracted by the structure of the human body, any animal related with life, and the cause of life. One day, Victor Frankenstein made an experiment where he included many different human parts from different dead people. This resulted in a human being and a strange creature never seen before in life, which made Frankenstein very scared. This creature or monster was tall enough to scare people by his height and with muscles that were well proportioned.
I saw myself. Hideous, that 's what I was. People were afraid of me, so I have to hide. A hidden figure in the darkness of the night. I don’t remember why I looked like this therefore, I don’t remember anything , however I remember him. I saw him.
when he felt lonely and when he was hungry there was no one to guide