Frankenstein: A Narrative Fiction

“He is dead who called me into being; and when I shall be no more, the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish. I shall no longer see the sun or stars, or feel the winds play on my cheeks. Light, feeling, and sense, will pass away; and in this condition must I find my happiness.”(161)

Victor Frankenstein worried about everyone else and playing God, rather than trying to do right, morally. Victor had to go through a lot of steps and difficulties to create the monster. After the creation of the monster, everyone including Victor abandoned him. Victor refused to create a girl creature to avoid a lot of problems, but he did not realize the hell the monster would end up causing him. Victor regrets trying to play God because his action would cause him great troubles and consequences.

In Shelley’s Frankenstein, the monster is portrayed as a grotesque abomination. However, as Hopkins states in Contending Forces, the cultural and geographical situations, or lack thereof, in which one matures in play a crucial role in the proper development of one’s mind and brain. The monster is simply a product of circumstance. The lack of social interactions alongside geographical isolation propelled the daemon to be alienated from society, ultimately resulting in a lack of morals and an underdeveloped psyche. By being a culmination of his surroundings and experiences it is revealed that the true monstrous entities are the factors that leave the daemon predisposed to fail in a modern society. Arguably, Victor created a being, while the circumstances that said being was placed in “created” a monster. Shelley purposefully terrorizes the monster with such intensity to provoke and justify the overarching theme in this novel which states that people should not be judged on their physical appearance.

Another aspect of romanticism that is prevalent in Shelly’s novel is the way Frankenstein, and his creation, are controlled by their emotions. Frankenstein is continually ruled by his feelings of fear, guilt, and love throughout the novel. For instance, he works for nearly two years to accomplish his goal of creating life, only to immediately flee because of fear when his work comes to life. This was a major illustration for the reader that despite being an experienced scientist Frankenstein was still ruled by emotions. In a large portion of the novel Frankenstein seems to be completely motivated by his fear of the creature he created. When his brother died, he feared people discovering his secret so he let an innocent woman stand trial. When the monster requested a partner, his fear of the monster propelled him to try, only to have his fear of having two creatures alive stop him from completing the work. At the end of the story, Frankenstein’s anger over the death of his family members propelled him to chase the creature across the frozen waters, which lead to his death. Frankenstein was a brilliant thinker who was continually consumed and motivated by his emotions. Frankenstein’s creation was also very much controlled by his emotions. After he is created and Frankenstein flees from him, he searches across the land to find companions. The creature is repeatedly rejected because of his looks, and because of that he is self-conscience of the fact that he is

For years, people have thought of Frankenstein as the monster, though the idea could be easily understood, Frankenstein is truly the doctor. The cunning mind behind Dr. Frankenstein and his gruesome monster is an author known by the name of Mary Shelley. Mary Shelley faced many despair filled moments throughout her life, events including, miscarriages, suicides, and affairs. These events marked the beginning of Frankenstein and with it a new era of writing.

What makes victor Frankenstein so compelling, is how very human he is. He is a good, but Flawed human who accidently caused havoc,

Tragic hero’s can come in all shapes and sizes. They may appear as a villain in multiple works of literature. In the novel, Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, the tragic hero is the creature. He is a main character whose faults led to his overall downfall. Often, the creature is misinterpreted by people to be named Frankenstein because he is such a prominent character. While the creature is able to identify the faults in mankind it is only after extreme suffering on his own part.

Have you been looking for a new house that will make you feel the worst you’ve ever felt before. You’re in for a treat if you stay at 647 Blood Ave.. As you wander around the house there is torn down walls and broken windows. As you sleep through the night wind washes upon your body and chills rush through from head to toe. Vines crawl and wrap around the house even broken windows and torn down walls are covered. It holds the house tightly, do not cut a vine, or it’ll be like you just disappeared . Interested yet?..., I’ll tell you there’s more to come. As you follow your way to the back there is an old abandoned barn. There use to be cows and chickens that would run the grounds of 647 Blood Ave. Now there dismembered corpse are what scatters

A monster is a creation by humans with qualities that are known to make something ugly, large, frightening, and different through characteristic traits and physical appearance. All monsters that are created are known through the tragedies that they’ve created but only because the authors’ intention was to make them a villain. The entire point of creating a monster is to strip human qualities and to create something much more frightening. A monster lives within each and every one of us, not physically representing the depicted descriptions most carry, but the internal emotions and motives that they do. Using the feelings or motives that a human carries which is viewed negatively is then transferred into the imaginary villain that is in disguised

Most people when thinking about Frankenstein’s monster they think of this ugly, horrible monster that will never be accepted into their society. Or that he, the monster, doesn’t understand what they are saying about him. And unlike everyone else he “doesn’t have feelings”. And at the time victor Frankenstein, the creator, thought that he was doing something good. Or something extraordinary, that no one has ever done which is true, but this could ruin his life. Because he is afraid of losing this life or his loved ones lives he agrees with the monster to make him a female companion, but does this mean endangerment for everyone?

It is vital that you know who the real monster in the Frankenstein book, Victor Frankenstein is the number one contender for this position. He creates a monster, but who knows if the actual monster he created is the true monster in this story. In later chapters the true monster is revealed, Victor Frankenstein takes fault for the deaths of Justine, William, and Henry even though he wasn’t the actual cause of their death. Although the monster was created by Victor, he is still horrid and disgusted by how his monsters look and abandons his creation because of his unpleasant demeanor. Victor didn’t accept the monster and decided to avoid coming into contact with the monster, woefully the monster later commits an evil act and kills Justine

Anthony rested his hand above Lilith’s shoulder, leaning his entire weight towards her. His golden eyes flashed as his pupils turned from the small round dots to snake-like slits. Lilith couldn’t help but continue to stare until he blinked and his pupils had returned to normal once again.

A cry echoed from the heart of an old abandoned building. Quiet wails filled the empty hallways, the haunting echo ringing in my ears. Quickly, I whipped my head around to look for signs of possible footprints, or another soft whimper perhaps. “What could be causing such weeping?” was the first thought that entered in my train wreck of a mind. Suddenly, a pungent stench of fear filled my nose as I wandered about the maze of halls, my focus on the small trail of blood leading down the hallways. Perception and keened sensed activated for me as adrenaline rushed through my nerve-stricken body. As I darted about, scurrying around with senses on edge, I found in front of me a large room with towering ceilings.

Meanwhile Russ,nick,and i were walking through the towering jungle that was our back yard. Suddenly we heard an giant screech it sounded like godzillas mighty roar.Then when the monster came out of the jungle it was a giant SCORPION!

Through the dismal half-light, my eyes could only just make out an immense staircase that stretched up the decrepit landing. A strange odour emanated from the wooden steps, suggesting I was perhaps not the first mortal soul to wander these deserted halls, nor would I be the last to leave, alive, at least. A series of gashes lined the wall, unsettlingly similar to those found in the gas chambers at Auschwitz. Below my feet, two depressions in the wood trailed up the stairs, worn away where people had once roamed. Burnt out candles lined the scorched snaking bannisters that ran parallel until they finally met further on. A chilling wind sliced through the floorboards creating an eerie whistle that echoed off the peeling walls.