Frankenstein : A Short Story

I had just left my father’s funeral. I was wondering where my brother Victor was. He was not at the funeral; could he just have been at home? Why would he miss our father’s funeral. So I got in my carriage and rode home. Victor was not at home. So I went to ask the people in Geneva. One woman told me that victor had left for the Arctic. I asked myself: Why would Victor leave for the Arctic? I realized that I had no family member left, I was all alone. All the money and property was supposed to go to victor because he was the oldest son. But now since he is not here to inherit it, the money was all mine. I being a teenager thought that throwing a party would be fun. But then I thought let me get settled and used to this empty home. I

Taking an unsteady breath, Tom waited for the indignity to begin. Several long seconds passed before he felt a slick finger pressing against him.

I looked up, his voice pulling my mind away from my thoughts. I tried to move my hands but something was restraining them. My brain was still foggy from being out.

I could feel it in my fingertips, the ends of my hair, and everywhere in between. It stretched inside of me like a coiling snake, ready to lash out.

“Not until you tell me what happened,” June then demanded, digging in her heels like she’s done ever since we were children. “I want to know what’s going on.”

course I was scared at first, but the feeling was quickly replaced by a feeling

“Hi Emily, Hello Mrs. Jorgensen, I’m Mrs. Hyre, Emily’s math teacher.” Her voice was soft and calm.

Time seemed to slow as his fate climbed towards him. His heart pounding in his ears. His mind seemed to withdraw slowly from his body with each thud. He felt himself go numb.

It is a cold winter night He awaits her presence alone. He has sacrificed the brilliance of intellect with might, for the woman whom he builds a throne. Her presence fills the room with fragrance.

I’m still not sure what I felt next. It could have been a backpack with a rough fabric or just my imagination growing with paranoia; it’s easier to believe that my imagination assumed the worst. But I swear I felt the calloused hand of a stranger up my skirt. It was more than a graze, but he wasn’t exactly groping me; he applied no pressure. His hand seemed to rest with an intention on the skin of my butt. Even thinking about it, my heart races and my eyes sting. My body reacted before

“We were all surprised to see you,” Leorio admitted, glancing up at him. “I thought I was dreaming.”

Before I could make a run for the window or door, the male grabbed my hip roughly and pressed my front to the wall. Hard. By that kind of impact, I knew that I must be bleeding. I then stiffened all over when I felt him inhale and let go of his breath. The next moment, his whole body leaned into mine, setting off pleasure and terror through every ounce of my figure. I could feel all of him. His muscles, his legs against mine, his chest, everything that I could feel, I felt. It left me breathless and made me forget about everything.

My body felt limp and useless as his hands traced the outline of my arms, making my skin shiver with delight. His fingers felt delicate against my soft skin, and I soon felt my eyes fluttering close as I let myself relax. There was a first time for everything, wasn't there?

Jave stood in silence for a second staring at me in such a mystery. The energy rose in me causing my joints to feel weak.

“What?” You asked again, confused. Johnny groaned. “No, I,” you stuttered “I understand what you’re asking, but,” The words would have refused to leave your mouth even if you did know what to say.