Descriptive Essay About Frankenstein

Several fields have studied the relationship between creator and creation. The most significant aspect of this research considers the difference between nature and nurture. Sociologists, psychologists, scientists, and other professionals have tried to pin down the exact distinctions between these two types of upbringings. In literature, the same questions have been asked and studied using fictional characters, most famously in John Milton’s Paradise Lost, in 1667, and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in 1818. The complexity of the characters in these texts creates the theme of nature versus nurture before they diverge and arrive at differing conclusions.

And there he was again. Panic surged through me as I was held in his

throughout this novel and the movie. The decline is a less gradual one in the novel but a

Mary Shelley’s, Frankenstein, symbolized a person’s necessity for acceptance by society. Society labels everything as good or bad, right or wrong, rich or poor. Although some of these labels may be correct, many are misconceptions. The monster, needed to be accepted by society, but instead was scorned, attacked, and shunned because of his outward appearance. The treatment of the monster was on the assumption that he was actually a monster. The only justification of this treatment was his outward appearance.

“wait, wait” he ran after me and slid in front of me blocking the door. He grabbed the door handle with one hand and slowly drew the other hand to the top of his head. He started to tug on his hair and seemed to be pulling off his head. No, it was a mask. And I immediately recognized

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

According to Danielle, “After that, he'd turn around in the shower, the girls would be there. He’d be sleeping, and he'd open his eyes to see the little one hiding in the corner of his room” (Evans, Danielle Pg. 96-97). It began to seem like Georgie could not sleep, and he began to get very paranoid at the smallest things. Georgie also began to tell the doctors anything and everything he could that would hopefully be able to send him home, or at least away from where he was.

   In the novel Frankenstein, written by Mary Shelley, the characters have been portrayed effectively. Much of the interactions between characters, and characteristics of the characters have been based on events which have occurred in Shelley's own life, or they represent what she believes is important. For example, Victor is portrayed as having a strong passion for science, and a poor understanding of relationships. Elizabeth is shown as a stereotypical woman of the time, who is also very powerless. The monster is depicted as being both beautiful and ugly, and someone who the reader feels sympathetic towards. Through the portrayal of her characters, Shelley has created a very effective

But, that’s boring. It’s so dull looking at those locked corridors and not knowing why they’re there. What did they previously hold for me? The only memory I kept was my name, Cherilyn Foss, and the night this started, although that memory was still new to me and... fuzzy...

That was the first thing I heard in this odd room. I took a breather still confused on what happened. I saw myself on a mirror, brown hair, blue eyes, a bit plump, blood still coming out, dead. That was me alright. The laughing was coming from a few yards away, I was running when I bumped into something. “CRAP, you're already here!”

Hearing the voice again struck me with terror and fear for my life. I tried to run, however I was petrified. I looked over to Jonathan and to my surprise, he was petrified on the spot too.

When I saw him my blood was rushing, and I was shaking. Too scared to have any balance, until I crashed into a pole with a sign saying no smoking. I got up with fear and pain getting on my bike racing on the track till the end , I could see my heart racing up and down from my chest. I felt like if I wasn't alone the people around me could hear my heart beating so rapidly. I stood there with fear. I couldn’t move couldn’t talk.The only sound besides the silence was cars passing by in the distance.

when he felt lonely and when he was hungry there was no one to guide

Wondering where I was I tried to remember more like my name or something else important , But nothing came back. Suddenly a cold hand clamped my shoulder and said ¨Follow me.¨ So I Grabbed my backpack and followed the man through twists and turns passing sweating walls which had a thick substance oozing from it to a hut deep in the maze. On the way there the man said he was sorry

“ Hey, I asked you a question. Are you still sleeping? I'm coming in,” he said, as if I never replied to him. Wait, since I’m in a different form does that mean I don’t have a voice? He barged into my room confused, you could tell by his left eyebrow high in his forehead. I watched him as he scattered throughout my room looking for me. Waiting for him to notice me I slowly try to flop my way out of the room.