Creative Writing: Frankenstein

“The gentle green hills which on either hand enclosed the village, tufted here and there with magnificent trees, the village itself, straggling and wide, each cottage being far apart from its neighbors and each ornamented with flower beds and shrubberies; these with a lovely stream which would through the valley, formed, as far as my memory may be trusted, one of the most exquisite panoramas, on which it has ever been my good fortune to

I wander through the misty woods, pushing brambles to the sides with one hand as I guard my Canon camera with the other. I stop as come a small stream, I flip my bag to the front of me and reach into my backpack. “It has be in here somewhere.” I mumble to no one as my hands move around the items in my unorganized bag. I finally pull out my instructions on how to get to the abandon house that I had written down from the internet earlier. I shove the wrinkled paper back into my bag and cross the river then turn left. Twenty minutes later I appear at an old broken gate with a slightly sinking house behind two pine trees. My eyes dart quickly to the rusting No Trespassing sign and back again to the broken gate. I carefully lift the gate above the

Just before an big burst of blazing flames almost burnt him to ashes. Edward quickly dodged before it, saving his life. Confronting the dragon face to face, he said; “It 's alright, dragon. I forgive you for what you just tired to do to me. You probably didn 't know who I was.”

The sun shined on him, as it was going down at sunset.Then he saw the glimpse of the beast.Green scales,red eyes,and a broken wing.

Dracora shot him a glare. "I can handle it, thank you. Now, who is waiting for me in the throne room?"

At 11.26pm a girl with sleek straight hair walked along the middle of a deserted street, the sharp heels of her shoes making a muted click every time they hit the damp cobblestone road beneath them. As she walked her hair swayed only slightly, as if not even the most powerful of winds could cause it to be anything less than beautiful. The girl took beauty very seriously, her outfit was always creaseless, her nails were always without chips and her shoes were always polished to the point of immaculateness. But it was her hair that was the most beautiful thing about her; it was long and as black as the night sky way above her, and shone as if it too had stars though out it. Never was a single hair out of place; never was her hair anything less

I weave in and out of the last of the summer apple trees, beside the deep pool, the weeping willows cry out as the wind rattles their bones. The howling tempestuous wind carries me into a clearing where a little girl, with her hair like an inferno splayed around her head like a delicate band, lies asleep in the silvery moonlight. I fly right up to her and land on her chest, where a scarlet black rose lies dead upon her breast. I wake up. I don’t know where I am.

It was looking around the tower with deep, sunken eyes wild with anger, trying to figure out where the gasp had come from. Its face was very pale and its teeth ragged and yellow. The hair that had looked wild when it was blowing in the wind, looked very tame and hung around the creature’s shoulders perfectly. The feminine figure had been almost completely drowned out by the ratty clothes that hung on the slender body.

Thank you June for sharing your comments! I enjoyed learning many things about Frankenstein. I also enjoyed learning many things about evolution. Yes, science is involved with the laws of nature. Science does involve culture. Culture may be able to affect the society overall. Different cultures have a different way of living. Yes, some people may believe that it is good to earn power. Evolution does deal with organisms. Did you learn anything new while conducting your

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.

A HUGE deafening roar came from the cave. Smoke followed and the sound of heavy, scaly feet. Thestral screamed, ran and tripped. Everything went dark. He woke to find the Dragon dead, his own sword stuck in its brain.

First, I took a train through Belgium and began heading North West through fields of green grass and farms. Two hours later, the most beautiful city lay in front of me, Bruege. The spirits of the city welcomed me into its prehistoric structures. The first thing I see is a stream of water, and towering tree’s all along the parkway path. A red mud like path leads me throughout the trees and serene body of water. The sun is hidden behind gloomy clouds. Once I crossed over this arched white and distressed bridge, a cathedral and many little houses greet you, leading a brick path through the city. Along your path, folks are riding the only sourcec of transportation, horse and

“Presently there lay before us at the foot of a long hill the town or village we were aiming

"Try not to go too deep into the woods, Viola." That's the one thing that father had dependably let me know. Every one of the grown-ups in the town said the same thing, so it appeared like a platitude told to kids who wanted to play in the woods. The wind blew, making my skirt and golden braids sway. Holding the hair out of my eyes, I turned upward. Through the holes in the green branches over my head, I could marginally see the blue sky. It was a hot summer afternoon, and there I was, in the forest. There was an incredible woodland close to Salem Town, the town I lived in. The forest, which was abundant year-round, was extremely helpful for the villagers. A prime example how it is useful to the daily life of the villagers in our modest little

Frankenstein is a novel that gives readers an opportunity to imagine a world very different and unique from their current one. One where man can in fact create a creature who exhibits human like qualities such as loneliness, kindness, intelligence and anger even if it looks like a monster. Mary Shelley does a fantastic job in writing a work of fiction that is filled with imagination, mystery, knowledge of human anatomy, loss and love. Many critics find the novel Frankenstein to be a great work of literature and believe Mary Shelley does a wonderful job in writing this beautiful novel. The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany; A New Series of the “The Scots Magazine” included a review of the work edited by Shanon Lawson describing the novel as “the highest style of caricature and exaggeration.” The Edinburgh Review or the Critical Journal was a Scottish Magazine that was published from 1802-1929. This magazine provided literary and political criticism making it very prestigious during that time “contributing to the development of the modern periodical of literary criticism” (Encyclopedia Britannica). The Edinburg Magazine effectively argues that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a beautifully written fiction novel that also has some reality attached to it.