Frankenstein-Personal Narrative

Commonly, most books that involve a hero subscribe to the idea of the hero's journey. The hero’s journey is a list of situations that many books use in order to tell their story. A story that uses the idea of the hero's journey revolves around one protagonist and their fulfillment of that journey. Mary Shelley in her book Frankenstein uses three different characters to fulfill the archetypal scenario of the hero’s journey and the quest for knowledge.

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

The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.

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

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.

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

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.

I then felt a breeze past me and I was knocked away from the group, managing to sit up, I look at what had done it. I saw some creature that had a body of a woman and the lower body of a spider. It freaked me out bad. Noct got in front of me, as if shielding me from that creature, he asked me if I could get up, replying to him, he nodded his head and told me to go to where Prompto was at. Getting to my feet, I ran over to where Prompto was.

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.

One draws from experiences and formulates together what is known as individuality. This development of humans is clearly shown in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein through the characters Victor, the monster, and Victor’s father. Through the course of the novel, these three characters draw on each other’s blank slate and through this influence, there lays similarities and differences between each other’s development and relationship. As a young boy, Victor spent his youth in Geneva.

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

The good thing is that I had time to roll out and dodge the attack because it was about to hit me with a huge paw full of 5 sharp claws and maybe have rip me apart with the huge teeth on the mouth.We were so scared that the only thing I scream to Jeff was to RUN! ,if he wanted to live and not to died,the creature was so fast that it was just behind us just by few inches,I thought this was the end for men and Jeff but out of nowhere I heard this sound from a spear cutting through the air that hit the creature right in the head that didn’t even leave the creature a moment to take his last breath.Me and Jeff were so confuse of what was goping on but at lesat we were alive and safe.

“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.”

I tread softly through the forest. Suddenly, a low thrum filled the air. It vibrated the ground beneath me and the bones within. “Crap!” I whispered fiercely. I began to run

A slow red sphere, pulsating with light and energy, rose across the hazy horizon; feeding the once dark and bleak island with colours, sound, and life. It was like an artist’s canvass slowly coming to life, as splashed the surface with colours and hues, and carefully put together his masterpiece. The island suddenly lit up as if someone had suddenly twisted the brightness knob on a television set, and flicked on the volume. The dark and mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the finer detail of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. As I got up I saw a multitude of ants scurrying about on the dark gnarled root, I gazed deeper into the ants world, staring in fascination at the various dark