An Alternate Ending To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

In the darkness, among shadows and in the mangled limbs the scent of damp decay seemed to thrive along with a animalistic mass that's eyes glowed luminescent in the night like embers of a dying fire. Sunlight was an object of avoidance for this primitive predator. It’s grotesque body cascading delicately meandering through the thick hanging forest, that was obscure from the eyes of innocence. The monster's flowing movement through the timberland mimicked a dance that was set to a low pitch steady rhythmic tempo. Gracefully terrifying the monster stayed insignificant or at least undiscovered to those who did not deserve it.

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone.

Noc let out a slow, silent, and heavy breath; his eyes widening at the sight of his prey giving up. He would have smiled, if that were the appropriate response, but such elation would always be tempered by another over powering emotion. One of a dark and twisted lust, a hunger for control. There have moments before, in his early days, when he felt like this, but it had been so long since he craved it... craved someone.

Outside, a deep silence fell over the neighborhood. This silence crept into every household. Members of the community had a guise of anger and pain expressed on their faces. Everyone locked themselves inside, to lament such a tragedy that has brought sorrow to a twelve years old’s family. Parents fell on their knees with tears in their eyes. This last murder represented the final straw. So many of their own had been murdered by the malicious, metallic, monsters that were supposed to be the defenders of their community. They felt insecure, threatened by the

In a few years, everything will have run out, fuel, food, shelter. Most neighbors have started taking their own lives; they can’t stand to live in this awful world. There are growing numbers in the Bloodcults, performing their brutal rituals, showing the sharp teeth of their savagery. Having to hide is becoming more of a chore than a once a week scare, out of sight, out of mind. The fires still burn in the distance, slowly consuming the world, turning it to ash.

Phil was anxious, to say the least. He’s been waiting forever to 'pop’ the question, but has never found out the right way to do it. He decided it’s easier to do it now, rather than later, plus, new years is a pretty good time to propose, right? Phil didn’t doubt that Dan would say yes, but that didn’t really calm his nerves, he still had that awful feeling in his stomach (and no, he didn’t drink too much milk, maybe…). He talked to Louise about it, who was excited when she found out his plan, about everything with the anxiousness, and she said it was normal to have the jitters before doing something as big as offering someone to be your life-long partner (well, unless if they got divorced, but Phil didn’t really want to think of that right now).

I glanced up at the clock. It was 12:18. Mrs. Ewert exclaimed, “One or two problems guys.” My heart sunk to my toe. I had langage arts next. Mrs. Berntson was coming back to school after her son went missing. My friends say that she is seeking revenge and locking up kids. I tried not to think about it and did a math problem, I knew they were exaggerating. The bell rang and Mrs. Ewert excused the class. I slowly walked down the crowded hallway. I turned the corner and could see her crusty, burnt door. Now I could believe my friends, Mrs. Berntson has gone crazy! I looked across the hallway and could see my friend, Will. You could tell by his face that he was scared to go in.

The narrator states, “ The baby was red-faced and screaming.” In cases like this, parents don’t see their child crying over their

Jack jumped off the top of the train, as a tall creature with razor teeth and red, snake-like eyes, chased him, going for the kill. They fought, but the creature was to quick, it pinned Jack, claws digging into his flesh.
The night was cold and gloomy, lights lit up the streets of London, the moons subtle glow reflected on small puddles left from the earlier rain.

A series of shots being fired in the near distance can be heard. A crew of ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks are seen speeding down the streets while blaring their sirens to warn people to move out of the way rapidly. Then, crowds of people are seen running down the street franticly. Sounds of earsplitting yells fill the air. Their eyes are filled with tears of fear and terror. They look as if they were running for their lives. There is a wave of worry and curiosity that washes over everyone’s face as they stand there from a distance watching it take place. There was a sense of wanting to run towards the chaos to see what was going on. But the panic of the people running gave off the feeling of “Warning! Do NOT come this way!” What

I shoot their yelping little dog to make my point. The little boy who is holding the bleeding dog starts wailing and the mother goes hysteric.

Explosions burst through the side of the black ship, the leviathan growled in response to the alien noise to the beast it was more than an attack it was the roar of the opposing beast.

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.

“You said to create something to distract them,” she said. “ What’s more distracting than a grass fire, anyway, nothing but those barrels will be burned.”

Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a family of four, a mother, father, and their two children. Every morning they were woken up by an evil, disgusting creature who would bang on their doors and ring in their ears. This happened to everyone in the town for years until one day we had had enough and we decided to fight the monster.