Epilogue To Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

It was my birthday; the sun was scorching hot and there was a cool breeze that kept blowing every few minutes. My friend called me to wish would be the best and told me that we should go fishing and I agreed. Upon our arrival to our usual spot, we notice that there was no one else there, which we liked that. We all spread out and began to cast out. Not long after we had gotten there a man came walking down the hill with a large cooler and a small grill on the cooler, behind him a woman followed and a kid as well. They placed their belonging down and all started to head to the river. After a while, I could tell two shadows walking away from the river. I didn’t turn around as I was focused on what I was doing.

Beauty is often the most lethal poison. It intoxicates both the beholder and the beheld. Humans are raised into a society that instills certain standards of elegance and beauty. In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the woes and misery of the monster is brought to the readers’ attention as humans constantly berate and abuse the creature for it’s hideous body. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein discusses the advantages and the detriments that an alluring versus unappealing body provides a person, and how that person is affected due to the pressures and assumptions of society placed upon their shoulders. Mary Shelley may have been amongst the first to examine the concept of beauty and the advantages it provides. She insinuates that the conformity of the ideals of beauty place shackles, and struggles upon those who do not fit into such standards.

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

Noc let out a slow, silent, and heavy breath; his eyes widening at the sight of his prey giving up. He would have smiled, if that were the appropriate response, but such elation would always be tempered by another over powering emotion. One of a dark and twisted lust, a hunger for control. There have moments before, in his early days, when he felt like this, but it had been so long since he craved it... craved someone.

The obsessed search for knowledge, fame and fortune can often undervalue one’s life and become the main focus of their existence. In Mary Shelley’s novel Frankenstein, she proves that obsession is a dangerous aspect of the human behavior, which always results in a negative outcome, this is mainly portrayed through the protagonist of the story Dr. Victor Frankenstein, because of Dr. Frankenstein’s obsessive personality he fails to recognize the affects of his scientific experiments which eventually lead to his and his family’s death.

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.

Before man, there was a harsh winter. All the land of the earth was buried in snow, and all the oceans were covered in blankets of ice. There was there a very crafty creature above the rest who stored food beforehand. She had fur which covered her eyes, and a hunched back making her taller than she was wide. Basically, she looked like a lump with fur.

Chapter 2 of Shelley's Frankenstein, describes the relationship Victor has with fellow sister Elizabeth. And his closest friend Henry Clerval. Between Victor and Elizabeth “Harmony was the soul our companionship” (Shelley pg 38). And even though they were indifferent they got along like two peas in a pod. Henry was a son of a merchant. Who read about romances and chivalry. The connection of reading brought them together.

It was dark and without motion, then a sound. It was a boy, saying my name. “Maria, are you awake?” the boy said. I woke up, there, sitting next to me, was a boy who looked eerily similar to me. Same brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, we were even wearing the same outfit! “Who are you?” I asked. “Maria, are you kidding me, it’s Edward!” To which I gave a confused face, ‘I don't know any Edwards.” I said. “I’m your twin brother Maria! Man, you must have hit your head hard.” He said. “Ok, I guess that makes sense.” I replied. We sat there waiting for a few minutes in a dark, lifeless forest. Until, from behind some bushes, appeared a large and beautiful woman. She had blue skin and hair as well as a long flowing dress and a trident in each hand. When she saw us, she imediantly strapped both tridents to her back. I jumped up and hid behind Edward, because the creature was definently not human. The giant woman came up to me and asked me how I was doing. “What are you?” I asked. “Oh! I’m a spirit, your spirit. But, you call me Naide.” The giant woman said. “Do you not remember me?” she asked.

We barely managed to escape in time if it hadn’t been for Sophie I wouldn’t have made it. She pulled me through that leygate thing and we went from Ojai, California to the church of Sacré-Coeur in Paris, France. We ended up in a supply closet I figured there would be alarms but Flamel didn’t listen. As we frantically tried to find a way out he managed to set off two more alarms. As if things couldn’t get any worse this big creature made out of wax appeared. I believe Flamel called it a--a tulpa Scatty seemed surprised when flamel said that. It honestly scared me when Sophie turned and screamed causing the monster to melt. I don’t like her having these powers she's not the same, and every time she uses them I can’t help but think how dangerous

Modern society values the pursuit of passion; it is generally regarded as worthwhile and beneficial. However, a fine line separates passion from obsession. “Passion” is an extravagant desire for something. By contrast, “obsession” carries more sinister connotations. Particularly, it occurs when a persistent desire dominates an individual’s reason. An impassioned mind easily becomes obsessive when the desire grows into an uncontrollable ambition. Moreover, absolute obsession can be dangerous; specifically, the fixation on a single idea can lead to impaired moral judgement. Victor Frankenstein kindles a passion for natural philosophy, devoting hours to study the works of famous alchemists. As the years pass, Victor’s curiosity in natural science becomes a seeming obsession, setting the stage for the disastrous outcomes in the novel. The tragedies that transpire in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein are direct consequences of Victor’s obsessive pursuit in science, as demonstrated through his self-imposed isolation from society, the creature’s countless rejection, and the demise of Victor and his family. Therefore, Victor’s unbridled scientific ambition clearly illustrates the dangers of an obsessive mind and the horror it can bring upon.

“No it ain’t” Max replied to his brother while throwing rocks into a little stream nearby not paying an attention that his brother didn’t respond to his reply. Soon he got extremely bored and started walking not knowing where his brother is at. He had wandered into a den of some sort and suddenly he got pulled into the underwater pond never to be seen again. The beast was scale clad and had features on its head except for a mouth cover with needle-like fangs. The fangs dripped the deep red blood of its first victim of many years.

However, a man in the darkness of the forest asked for help carrying back some boxes that were heavy back to the town they had just passed. He offered them a Guava Apple if they helped him. Of course, everyone disagreed to that offer, except for Chef. The worriers told him that if he went to help the old men they would not wait for him. Chef went on to help the old men and told them he would catch up to them later. The warriors arrived at Philly and entered an underground tunnel that lead them to the gold. they all cheered and packed their bags with gold. To their surprise they felt the earth trembling. All the gold and treasure collapsed on them. The earth had buried them along with the gold. Chef had tried running to them before they were buried but he was too late. He was sad because of his lost friends , but he was the only survivor. He was also grateful for his

I was in a grassy meadow with a breath taking scenery, along with natural ambiences making a soothing melody; as if god himself made it especially for me. I felt fantastic, I felt light, I felt new. I asked myself, “what is this deceiving phenomenon?” With so many questions I had not the slightest clue where to go or what was going on. I heard a voice call out to me, a voice like no other I have heard before. It shook my body with authority and power. It was my uncle coming from the bushes. I thought to myself, he died several years ago. Showing my affection, I run to him. He stops me mid way and says to me, “Jack, I need to show you something.” I

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.