Mr. Skelly: A Short Story

In 1969 there was a monster that terrorized the Environmental Center in Windom, MN. His name was the Samsquanch. The Samsquanch was 8 feet tall, he had long rotten fingernails, he was very muscular, and had a Gorilla like figure. The Samsquanch lived inside of any tree that was big enough for him to stand in it after he carved it out. He was hungry all the time and ate non stop and would kill for his next meal if he had the opportunity. People often venture into the Environmental Center at night and are never seen again. Many people believe that there is a monster lurking, waiting for his next meal.

Chapter 18 discusses the strangest hybrid between 1960 and 1966 in the same field of medical practice. Skloot explains the exotic effects of HeLa cells during the time under study. The healthy human cells usually divide in space as HeLa grows stronger in space. However, cells put in culture labs on earth either die or become cancerous (Skloot). Giving a schmear to a person’s arm would make the wing behave differently and produce different by-products. Medical professionals never understood the implication of such results of the test on people’s cell cultures. However, it was understandable that human cells affect gene regulation, which scientists posit to have the potential for gene

Maranda Paul 5th Hour 2/29/24 Frankenstein Allusion Essay. In the novel Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelley, there are many allusions used throughout, which help the reader to understand what the creature was feeling and the complex relationship he had with his creator. In the novel, the Creature was an unnatural being, as he was brought from the dead, back to life by another human. The Creature, however, was nearly immediately abandoned by his creator, Frankenstein, as he realized how ugly his creation was, referring to him as “catastrophe”, “wretch”, and “demoniacal corpse”.

“Dun-white sockets” and “shriveled complexion” are adjectives, which may show that Frankenstein is reviewing the monster; this begins to create images of what the monster may look like in the readers' head.

The speaker stumbles upon a gruesome site-the remains of a scene of horrific violence. The evidence that remains-a skeleton, blood-soaked articles of clothing, a pile of ashes, and an empty liquor flask among other things-is all dormant, a fact reflected by the tranquil diction such as slumbering, cushion, vacant, and empty Still, the aura of the place of execution, particularly the "Scattered traces of tar, restless arrays of feathers, and the lingering smell of gasoline” brings the experience powerfully to life in both the speaker's and

With each impingement, he angrily moaned at his assailants. And, there was even one point in the short film… one moment where you could see him clearly… for just a second or two, an image that burrowed its way into my mind. His harrowed face, the jaundice of his skin, and sunken eyes. He reminded me of my grandfather in the last few days of his life before pancreatic cancer had taken him. How he had become a shell of what he had once been, a blackening peel decomposing before our very eyes.

His pink skin had lessened to a wilted gray and the flies continued to encircle through the holes where his eyes were meant to be. He perched there, on the stick, as if he awaited a reign of fire to burn the entirety of forest to the ground. Before my very eyes was no longer an innocent animal, but a monster who leered at prospect of my suffering. Terror drove up my body as I felt myself quivering and violently hacking. “What else is there to do?”

As soon as Frankenstein sees “the dull yellow eye of the creature open”, he is immediately horrified by it. (p. 38-39) “His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath”. His hair and teeth “formed a … horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight, black lips”.

creature received from Frankenstein and the other people around him. I often wonder how things

“Oh, aye the bairns, when we have bairns with humans, there is always a fifty-fifty chance they will be humans,” He replied.

As Callum is running away from the school bully, he comes face to face with a ghost boy and it’s pet hellhound. Though he is terrified, Callum takes in every detail of the boy and the dog, “One of the boy’s pale hands was buried in the shadow fur of the beast’s neck. With chilling certainty, Callum knew that the pale figure wasn’t a living human. And the strange familiarity between the boy and the dog made Callum sure that the creature wasn’t mortal either” (44) setting Callum on edge. Now he was faced with a choice, either face the bully and his gang or the ghost boy and his hellhound. Callum’s situation furthers the thrilling side of the novel, however the readers later learn that the boy and the dog were actually on Callum’s side the whole time, which reveals one of the many mysteries that need to be solved. Further in the novel, Callum is greeted by yet another monstrous figure. This figure waltzes right up to Callum’s sliding glass door and proceeds to stare at Callum who then begins to describe the being as “shaped like a human. But it had no face. Its head was a mass of wet, gleaming veins and cartilage, muscle and teeth- a face without skin or form; lipless, lidless, without nose or ears. It was a flayed face, a face that had been peeled of skin and laid bare” (108). The creepy description of the creature at Callum’s door plays a part in both the fantasy and the horror genres. Though they are small, the descriptions are very detailed and showed the depth of each mini genre that was contained in the

The wind seraph has bitterness on his lips as he drinks. “Just making him leave isn’t fair, but if that’s the case then I’ll take Dezel and find him somewhere else to live.”

‘”So only he saw the lump of shadow that clung the Ged, tearing at his flesh. It was like a black beast, the size of a young child, … and it had no head or face, only the four taloned paws with which it gripped and tore’”(Le Guin, 67).

Whats knew with ya? Anything going on? I’m getting ready for the spring Craft’s show. Is it spring yet? I am getting so annoyed with this chilley weather and miss the blue skys and sound of birds. We’ve got the time change coming. I hope I don’t remember to change my clocks I have to them ahead and I don’t want to be late for the ladie’s luncheon. Next I have to go to The Sandusky Mall to get some sandles.

He himself felt horror struck when he looks at his own creation the yellow skin which barely covered the muscles and arteries, watery eyes almost of the same color as dun white sockets, a shriveled complexion and black-lips. The gigantic figure he creates horrifies him and he rushes out, tries to get sleep finds the monster looking at him; the very sight shocks him and he rushes out to spend the entire night walking about in the yard below. There is then the monster’s attempt to persuade the child William to befriend him and strangle him. Though the narratives come from the mouth of the Monster to Victor and Victor to Walton, the effect is still uncanny and eerie.