An Alternate Ending To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

Mary Shelley’s cautionary horror tale, Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus, portrays the deadly consequences of callous indifference to life. Throughout the novel, Shelley employs allusions to the Prometheus myth, Paradise Lost, and “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” Through these allusions, Shelley illustrates the creature’s yearning for love and acceptance, and Victors lack of love and compassion which leads to his ultimate destruction.

Mary Shelley used this poem to show the freedom of one's future and the change(s) that will come with it. The poem also mentions one little thing such as a dream or a “wandering thought” can ruin a bigger idea. In the story, it was recently addressed that before the poem, “If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might be nearly free”. This passage can be implying that the non-essential things in life are the things that poison us or make us change. The poem’s purpose in this part of the book is to amplify the speaker's last words of the paragraph that state, “...we are moved by every wind that blows and a chance word or scene that word may convey to us.”. It makes the message of “things will change” very clear to the

Once the mother turned on the tv all you heard was screaming. The mom screamed ”look what it's doing!!!!” her husband to come down stairs. When he came down stairs he was frightened. The Dad replied by saying “We need to move” the Mom and Dad started packing up their clothes,and all their supplies. Once they were all packed it was too late. It was already in there city. The parents sat down on the couch. The Mom screamed we're all going to die!!. The bus arrived at there house. There kids bursted through the door,crying their eyes out. They ran and hugged their parents. After a while they calmed down and watched the tv. The Mom was mostly scared about its huge feet. The dad wasn't worried about the feet he was scared on its teeth. The son asked why it was stomping on all the buildings. The

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.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley follows Victor Frankenstein as he retells his story of trying to break scientific boundaries by creating life unnaturally without women and the consequences of his endeavors through Robert Walton’s, an explorer, letters to his sister. In Frankenstein, science, the acquiring of knowledge, is a unnatural and destructive force destroying everything in its wake, when it is pursued without reserve; bestowing pain and extinguishing lives, loneliness and obsession with specific scientific ambition, and penetrating nature, emphasized through Walton’s and Victor’s distinctive pursuits in the name of science.

Each person reacts differently to a mirror. Some prefer to primp and tidy their face while others take a quick glance and carry on. However, there are others who continuously stare into the eyes of their alternate-self. These people wonder, “What do I see?” They are the kind of people who desperately seek answers for their existence, and will not rest until their questions are resolved. The alternate-self is the true being. Although it remains as a reflection of the physical body it is also who we see on the inside. What one sees in his or her reflection equals the truth of their nature. For some we see an innate good, but for others it is the innate evil and horror of humanity. Victor Frankenstein may claim to be such a

“Andries, you have to go to bed!” shouted Mom from downstairs. So he did what his mom told him to do. He shut the door of his closet and his real door and then dimmed the light until the whole room was consumed by the darkness.

A jagged diamond of bright white light, fuzzy like he was looking through an unfocused camera, appeared directly above him. At the same time the pain awoke, a searing fire in his lower back and legs, and then he noticed the cold. He didn’t want to move in case he’d broken something when he fell, assuming he could move, and assuming he did fall, so he just laid there, blinking up at the jagged white diamond.

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).

Frankenstein’s story is one of arrogance, sorrow, and a series of avoidable but unfortunate events. Victor Frankenstein’s drive for admiration and glory from his peers proves to be the cause, and drive, of his self-centered goals. When contemplating the need of nature vs. nurture the story of Frankenstein shows that both are needed although in this story the demise and destruction that occurs in the story is inevitable despite either nature or nurture.

As Friedrich Nietzsche argues: “If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you”. This is precisely what happens to the titular Frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s novel. What begins as a journey for knowledge soon turns into tragedy as the creation of Victor’s monster leads to the deaths of everyone he is close to. Knowledge is not always worth its cost, as evidenced by Victor’s downward spiral towards monstrosity, the creature’s dissatisfaction and hatred with his own life, and Robert Walton’s wasted expedition to the Arctic.

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.

Once there was a wolf named Midnight who was walking through the forest, searching for a pack. His bright blue eyes glistened in the moon as he howled in pain. He had small memories of his family at night; as he brushed some of his jet black fur out of his eyes, he groaned. His family had been taken from him as a pup, and it had hurt him to see other people with family members because they can’t feel what he had felt.

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.

It was useless, though, because he would rip them off and open the door as if they weren’t even on it. We then tried to just sleep through it, but that was the worst idea ever. When the monster came in he screamed and screamed but we refused wake up. He began to pace and finally he couldn’t hold back and he lost his temper; he picked me up with his mighty strength and threw me at the wall Instead of hitting the wall, I went through it. I was very scared but after a couple of seconds I became braver as the monster came in after me. I realized, then, that we were in the monster’s lair. He ran around like he had in my room and didn’t even look at me and acted like I wasn’t even there. After a while he acknowledged me and began screaming in my face. There was a sharp ring in his house that made my ears hurt and made me want to leave. It didn't stop and I didn't know what to do, I didn’t want to move, but I was still very angry. He then began to speak, “You better listen to me, from now on get up when I call. The next time you don’t I’ll bring you back here and you’ll never be going home.” He said with a raspy and hoarse voice. I was scared but I knew I could defeat him. I also knew that if I didn't I would be in a terrible place for the rest of my life. He slammed me against the wall again and I was back into my room. The ringing was gone and I enjoyed the quietness of my room, that day I told my brother that we needed to defeat him that