Frankenstein: A Fictional Narrative

In the excerpt “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves” by Karen Russell the narrator speaks as a half wolf half human mind set. She discusses the improvements and difficulties of living in captivity after being free and wild their entire lives. There are three (3) main characters, Mirabella (youngest), Claudette who is the middle child of the three (3) sisters, and last but certainly not least, Jeanette. These girls are few of an entire “pack” of half human half wolf. The pack is referred to as a whole throughout the duration of this excerpt. They experience difficulty in the transition of the “wolf-identity” into more of a “human-identity”. This short story exemplifies how the difficulty of change after being exposed to ones “tradition” for so long differs for each “person” wolf or not.

The story’s protagonists are Grace Brisbane, a seventeen-year-old girl, and Sam Roth, an eighteen-year-old boy. Grace was bitten by wolves when she was eleven but she does not fear them. In fact, for the past six years, she has had an infatuation with one wolf who visits her most days during the winter. This wolf has yellow eyes and turns out to be Sam. Sam was bitten by a wolf at the age of seven and becomes a wolf when it turns cold outside. He is not a werewolf, but he is not a human or a wolf. He refers to himself as “just Sam” because he feels he is not wolf or human. Even though Grace was bitten, she did not become a human-wolf, unlike everyone else who has ever been bitten, and most of

Long ago, on one winter evening in 1927, a pack of wolves were resting in their den when one wolf became very bored and started to whine. This wolf happened to be the youngest out of all the wolfs and was known as the little pup. “Momma, I’m bored!” cried the little pup. The momma wolf sighed and began walking over to where the pup was sitting. The momma wolf nudged her pup, letting out a small laugh. The pup pouted. He didn’t know what was so funny to his mother. When momma wolf was done laughing, she finally spoke. “Please do not whine little pup, I have- “ BOOM! Momma wolf was cut off from a loud roar of thunder. Soon lightning began to flash and more roars of thunder came from the sky. The little pup began to yelp as it heard the thunder. The yelping seemed to get louder and louder with each sound. Nothing would work to get the pup to be quiet, until the father wolf had enough of the pup’s yelping and began to howl so loudly the thunder itself

You must promise me. It would only break her heart. She grows old as I stay young. I could never figure out how to tell her I was this…thing. This wolf. When she thought she killed me, I thought it a way for her to gather her strength. For my part, it was also admittedly cowardly.”

Soon he started to avoid it. As time passed, he became fiercer than his brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, winter came and suffering too. He experienced famine for the first time. His siblings weren’t able to make it through this awful period. Besides, his father died when he went looking for meat. The she-wolf, as any protective mother, left the cave to find meat, so they wouldn’t die of hunger. The cub learned another life lesson: fear. Curiosity was replaced by awe. He became scared of the light-wall, because it was now an unknown thing for him that attempted his happiness. During one of his mother’s expeditions, he stepped out of the cave. Light blinded him, yet when his eyes accustomed to it, he saw trees, a mountain, the sky, and a stream. This was new for him. Therefore, he was horrified. Suddenly he fell forward, rolling down the slope. When he recovered from the fall, he went to explore the forest. In his way he found squirrels and birds. He discovered a ptarmigan nest, and ate the whole brood. That is when he realized he was a hunter of meat; he had the power to kill others for his own welfare. That day he went into battle against a mother ptarmigan and a

As main food sources diminished due to human hunting, the gray wolf found it more difficult to have a successful hunt. Hunters began taking the wolves main food sources, which forced the wolves to expand their daily search for prey. This caused wolves to venture near human settlements more often, looking for some kind of nourishment. With humans and wolves vying for many of the same food sources, wolves found slow and trusting farm animals a much easier target. Sheep and cattle were believed to be a new staple for the gray wolf diet. Although in reality, only in very rare circumstances were livestock hunted for meals by gray wolves. Many embellished the situation and persuaded people gray wolves were a threat. A menace not only to livestock, but also humans; moreover that action needed to be taken.

(Carter, 653). Her quickness allows her to realize that something is wrong, but she refuses to let fear put her off. She is wiser and bolder than the wolf's other victims in that she plays along with the wolf. It may seem to the readers at first that she is giving into the wolf by taking off her own clothes, but she is bold in approaching the wolf and basically reverses the attack by taking off his clothing for him, and then giving him the kiss. By this point, her innocence and virginity is shining ever more brightly as stated, "she was clothed only in her untouched integument...her hair looked white as the snow outside,"(Carter, 654) in contrast to the wolf's lustful and hungry

But instead of the mother being strict the wolfs mother was sick. The mother sent out a request to all of her wolfs and had said that whoever can find me a cure to this sickness I have developed may receive a reward for their hard work. All the wolf's then scattered out into the forest and has been searching for anyone who could help.

Emeline might have been alive hundreds of years, but she’s never really lived. Using her knowledge and research, she helped save the Redwood Pack from devastation. However, she’s never felt whole. Not since she lost her mate so long ago. Now there is a new, younger wolf, entering her life and it will take more than her nose in a book to figure out the warmth in her heart is much more than a promise of a new feeling. It’s fate.

The snow shimmered and sparkled under the rising sun's faint glow. The cold arctic air was utterly still, and it seemed that there was no life on the desolate shore of Lake Lyra. As the sun rose, however, a small log cabin emerged from the shadows of the nearby mountain, and glimmers of life slowly began to awake from their slumber.

Hunger is all that drives and possesses him during those nights. Overpowering, all-consuming lust for human flesh and blood. The soft throat, the pulsing veins at the legs and arms, the tender thighs...the wolf sees the human prey as a delicacy. He neither knows nor desire anything else.

And this is me... scarred, tattered, worn at times... but true to my strength, true to me.

She would gather berries and plants from the forest to eat, and her hair was as long as time and as black as night. One day, her innocence was stolen from her by a huntsman, who attacked her, cut off her hair to sell, and left his children in her belly. She gave birth to twins, but one died, so she was fiercely protective over the other, despite the origins of his father. She knew she had to gain strength and cunning to protect herself and her child from the likes of the huntsman, so she began to eat meat, to build muscle and grew her hair again, thick enough to protect her body from harm, teaching her child to do the same. Little did she know that the huntsman had been a werebear, a shapeshifter. Every full moon, her son would transform from a boy into a bear and wreak havoc on the surrounding villages. The girl, now a woman, did all she could to heal the hurts inflicted by her son, giving aid to the wounded and herbs to the sick. But she knew it was not

Lying in a disturbed patch of snow, curled up against a nearby tree as the twisted wreckage of a car sat smoldering nearby is a slim wolf, in his early twenties. He sat motionless, the heavy flakes of snow falling around him being the only source of motion, before a series of coughs disturbed the scene. He squirmed to rest on all fours, retching in the snow, whatever food he had in his stomach now mixed with the snow and ice on the ground. After the fit passed, he leaned back against the tree with a few light coughs, wiping his muzzle with the torn sleeve of his sweater, a few flecks of vomit catching on the fabric.

After, running for hours the poor girl’s pace started to slow down. Luckily, just before the pig family got to her, a silver storybook emerged out of nowhere. Acting fast, Snow White quickly picked it up and opened it, hoping it would teleport her back home. Only it didn’t, she had fallen over and teleported once again, but this time she appeared inside a small wooden cabin, staring blankly into a pair of eyes, they pierce through her soul. Except the eyes belonged to someone other than a human, a wolf. Strangely enough, the wolf had clothes on, looking like something her grandma would wear, and there sat a little girl dressed in a red cloak all tied up.