Clival's Journey To London

The creature voiced his opinion of spring by saying, “My senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of delight and a thousand sights of beauty.”(Shelley, 115) Along with the blessings of spring, the creature found love within the fabricated “company” of several cottagers; living within their presence for some time, hidden from sight in their hovel. He describes them as beautiful, god-like, and refers to them as his protectors, and even goes on to say “their story excited in me such various feelings of indignation, delight, and wonder, but which all terminated in additional love and reverence for my protectors.” He is telling his story of the love he acquired from these “friends” as well as many other sense-awakening emotions. The creature studies the cottagers’ language, in the hopes that if he is able to talk like they do that will be able to look past his terrifying appearance and see what lies beneath. Soon, after mastering their common tongue, he finds the confidence to introduce himself to the blind man, De Lacey, in the hopes that they may become friends. The creature hopes that rather than judge him by his appearance, he will see what’s on the inside. What first sounded like a splendid idea objectively soon crumbled under the creature’s own feet. He reacted rashly and said the wrong things that portrayed him as if he had been devilishly stalking them. In the heat of the moment, the remaining cottagers returned home to find what looked like a monster trying to hurt De Lacey. In a swift movement, one of them was on the creature, “in a transport of fury, he dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick.” The creature refrained to his hovel, not from physical pain, but from the sinking of his heart and the bitter sickness that followed. The creature escapes to the woods torn between two

After upcoming on the discovery that air eventually will run out therefore exterminating all he knows and loves, the narrator shares this news and many autonomic beings had difficultuy fathoming it. " it shows how in thier attemlt to bypass a thier inevitable fatalality they ended up distressing themsekves and making it worse. The narrarotr responds to thier views directly and "". His perspective so sharply contarats with those ofwhom were avoiding the event, yet similary his presense of peace and calm state kf mind was just as, if not evemkre dramtically cakmer. The narrarot shows how he accepted his fate lead him to succoming to enlightment and even gaining more peace. Forwardly demonstarating his reoccuring theme of

What have I done? This creation of mine…this…this is no human being! All I behold is is an ugly wretch! I feel horrified, hopeless, and powerless. This monster was supposed to help me earn my power, but now, I am left with nothing but fear, failure-

The creature began to converse freely with the blind father who addressed him with kindness. However, when his two children returned, the daughter fainted and the son "dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick" forcing the creature to "quit the cottage and escape unperceived to my hovel" (115). These acts of cruelty emphasize how often humanity stereotypes individuals. Just because a creature looks monstrous does not mean his intentions match his appearance. After this heartbreaking event, the monster decides to stop seeking love and instead to seek revenge against his creator and attempt to force Victor to create a companion for him. The creature attempts to explain his cruel ways when he exclaims, "There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my

"It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original era of my being; all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses. By degrees, I remember, a stronger light pressed upon my nerves, so that I was obliged to shut my eyes. Darkness then came over me and troubled me, but hardly had I felt this when, by opening my eyes, as I now suppose, the light

The creature claims that the creation of a equal partner like himself would make him happy. The creature proclaims, "my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal. I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being, and become linked to the chain of existance and events, from which I am now excluded" (121). In this speech, the creature tries to provoke sympathy from Doctor Frankenstein. However, because of his previous acts of violence, his request is denied. This agonizes the creature: "Shall each man...find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have a mate and I be alone?" (140). The result of these constant rejections that the creature becomes violent and therefore cannot be blamed for his violence. The creature's desire to be given affection and sympathy can only reside in another being like himself since he has been denied by the world around him.

     John Griffith London, better known to us as Jack London, was born to Flora Wellman January 12, 1876, in San Francisco. (Ranch Album)  His father was presumably W.H. Chaney, who left Flora after finding out she was pregnant. (Stasz, 9)  Flora met and eventually married John London on September 7, 1876 bringing John's two other children, Ida and Eliza, into the family. (Ranch Album) Flora enlisted the help of a wet nurse and, with the help her and Eliza, Jack London was raised.  For the next ten years, John and his family relocated several times within California, moving from farm to farm trying to become financially successful. (Marshall) Finally, the London family moved to Oakland where Jack

On a stormy night in Chicago, a woman gave birth to a beautiful little redheaded girl. She and her husband, two great scientists and eminent professors of the University of Chicago, held their child happily, hoping she would one day follow their path. As the mother was resting, her husband’s mother arrived, eager to see her grand-daughter. However, seeing the redheaded baby with a small birthmark on her upper lip, the profoundly Christian and superstitious woman saw a sign of the devil. In a moment of inattention from the parents, she stole the baby and fled to Greece to exorcise her on the grave of their ancestors. Luckily, right before the grand-mother began the exorcist ceremony, a phoenix came out of the sky and saved the little girl. As the

“Don’t you dare to listen to your ego!” Then he looked at the actual me, “You will regret that, Katya.” Everything became black as he said those words. I was falling into an abyss, and a large bird with a fiery tail was flying around me.

We had been walking together for a while now, for the forest had become dim and haunting; something about the moonlight made the trees appear taller and more threatening, as if a step on the wrong path would send sharp branches down unto some poor soul. The roots on the ground were alive, twisting and bending like snakes waiting for you to stop paying attention so they could pull you down into the Earth. The sounds of rustling leaves were horrific monsters who lusted after your flesh; the cold breeze came from the shadows to steal your warmth and blanket you in goosebumps. I hoped it would be this way. The moonlight perfectly illuminated Maria’s face, and on it I could easily read fear and apprehension; she could sense danger, just like all

Author's note: I wrote, composed, weaved, birthed this story while severely drunk in order to open the creative, demonic floodgates of my itchy brain. It was a terrifying success. Are you ready to be injected (lovingly) with virginal fear? Read

This is the day I left my wife to rule the underworld. The day I found out that my beautiful companion was a witch. This is how the day started. I awoke to the sound of the shower running and the smell of roses in the air, the smell of roses must have been her perfume. I layed up in our bed wandering just wondering how this day was going to go. A few minutes later I heard the shower being turned off. Then my beautiful wife Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing a towel on her head a nice blouse and a nice pair of slacks and her wedding ring that symbolizes our commitment and compassion we have for one another. Then a look of confusion came upon Sarah’s face.

It had been a long winter night when I sighed and rang the door bell. I knew her husband would be working late,and I was always accepted in open arms before. Standing there in a pair of tights and a T-shirt eight sizes to big I had the time while I awaited to her to answer,that I probably look thrown away.When she had open the door I was nearly scooped up. In heels she felt at least two foot above me,witch was correct. Though she wasn't blood related she was the woman I idolized and referred to as my aunt,as far as my hazed corrupted mind was concerned,she was just that. Demonia sighed scolding me about not wearing anything to shield me from the chill of the weather.My cheeks were flushed,and chilled to the touch,along with my hands and feet.

The sudden flash of light, the roll of thunder, and an abrupt sound is a messenger of death to them. They are prone to lose connection with the present when faced with situations that provoke their responses to danger. When silence engulfs them, visions of horror hark back.

“Tara” I said, my face burning hot red. “That evil little manipulating b-” “What time is it?” Selene interrupted. “What are you talking about? “The note” Up until that I had completely forgotten about it. “It’s 4:59” Seth said, looking down at his watch. “The apocalypse starts in precisely 30 seconds.” We all looked grimly at each other. How were we supposed to stop Zeus’s attack on Earth? We weren’t gods anymore, we were just humans. And since Tara had stolen our weapons and ran off, we were completely defenseless. Suddenly, I remembered. “Anubis!” I exclaimed. We rushed into the living room to find Anubis still on the ground, trying to get up. His head was bleeding badly, and his hair stuck to his face. I to his side to help him. “What happened?” He said groggily. “Tara attacked you from behind then stole all of our weapons.” Seth remarked, scowling. “Our Tara?” Anubis replied. “Goddess of compassion? She did that?” “ Ex-Goddess of compassion.” Seth retorted. Suddenly, we heard a loud BOOM. The whole house was shaking. Seth and Selene fell to the ground while Anubis and I held on to the floor for dear life. The rumbling stopped. “5:00” Seth said. “Right on time.” We ran outside to see what had happened and we were welcomed with a cloud of dust. We all started coughing. We ran into the cloud of dust only to see a huge crater. The crater looked to be about 10 feet deep, and inside that crater was pure darkness. Or, at least, it looked like pure darkness. But suddenly,