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An Alternative Ending To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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Then, with his call the ground beneath our feet began to shake as if a second train were about to cross over the bridge. The vibrations pace quickened to a tremor. Stones and other pieces of loose gravel scattered over the ground started to slide dancing to the sudden earthquake. Old deadfall branches and piles of half-rotten leaves began to make their way down the hillsides as they tumbled into the creek. The sounds of subsiding earth, then became replaced by sounds of deep, hoarse moaning than seemed to resonate throughout the air as it flooded in from all around us. We looked at each other not knowing what to do. I could see the same horrid, pallid look on each of my friend’s faces, and I was sure they could see it on mine. A …show more content…

To my right lumbering out from in between a scattering of trees and stepping into the clear wash of moonlight came forth a woman. She had raven-dark hair with a touch of gray streaked through it, yet she was still very youthful looking even in her current state. Huddled close behind her was what looked to have been her children, a girl possibly in her late teens along with her two younger siblings, both also girls of maybe eight and ten-years-old. The lot of them was not much better off in appearance than the Frankenstein man who was now making his way gawkily past us. The woman and her three children each wore big, cumbersome dresses common of the Victorian era. My first thought upon seeing them was utter terror, my second sadness, my third I had thought to myself that in their day they must have been a well-to-do family, but now each one of them in their formally expensive looking clothing were soiled and begrimed from head-to-toe in blood, dirt, and filth while oozing bodily fluids and the ichors of decomposition freely dripped from their orifices. The two youngest of the girls was silently crying and gesturing in feign screams, but their voices were choked from them as if something had stolen every once of their …show more content…

An elderly man was indefatigable trying desperately to return his dead wife’s severed legs back to her torso while she clung to him helplessly, her arms draped around his neck. Most of the victims had some portion of their flesh burnt away, giving off a foul stench into the night’s air that would have normally made me revoltingly gage if my other senses weren’t so overwhelmed. Skin was split as if hacked open by a butcher’s cleaver. Bones were broken—shattered to a point that would’ve suggested that they were made to be as brittle as egg shells. Large splinters of timber embedded and piercing through their torsos, liberating end-trails and viscera that hung loosely from the large, open

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