Frankenstein Alternate Ending Essay

After that a hand pops out of the sheet attempting to nail the floor in extreme anxiety, attempting to latch on the floor with prematurely grown fingernails. The second hand creeps out equally doing the same both arms fumbling about due to the slimy fluid from inside the corpse. Upon slipping the mystifying figure collapses on the side of his face and cries out in pain, “What has happened to me!” He screams. Instantly Mrs. Samsa recognizes that tone as her own, it is her son. With all fear abolished from her body she runs to help him and attempts to relieve him from his pain, both forces work chaotically against each other. Once up Gregor takes hold of the sheet in which he perished in, and with it conceals his privates. The two women stare in astonishment at one’s son and the other’s brother.

The knife slipped out of her hands and struck him around the chest area. He bled profusely and she bandaged him up and nurtured him for a little while after until she saw he was able to support himself again. Soon after, Dave would have to take care of the wound by himself, like when it became infected, and he had to squeeze the puss from it.

“Hey what's going on down here,” dad shouts in confusion.“You guys need to quiet down. It's 4AM and you need to get some sleep.”

One night they heard loud noises that woke them up at 2:00 in the morning. Suddenly the

And that's when it happened. It felt like someone took a hot knife, and started carving it into his flesh. He couldn't resist letting out a pained moan - the kind that Dean would forever tease him for -, and dropping his book with a soft thud. People in the rows around him glance at him, looking at the weirdo they consider him to be. He doesn't currently care, because the pain shooting up his arm is the worst he's ever felt.

Opening my eyes to the complete darkness and loneliness, I swung awake. The last thing I can remember is the dog running out into the road, the brightness of the day light, and the car headed off the road. As my head cleared, I realize I’m hanging upside down. Feet and legs completely binded. Hearing something breathing behind me was very unsettling. From what I could see and feel this was a cold and dank cave. There was the dim light of a fire shining shadows across the open cavern. My wallet, watch, and an old pocket knife I always had on me was feet away on a stone pedestal. Dad always kept his Swiss Army Knife in his pocket no matter where he went.

While strolling through the jungle, Sam thought of what had happened to him in the past few days. Leaving his mother probably had been the hardest part. However, it was for his mother’s happiness that he was going anyway. She had insisted upon his going to avenge his father after Old Wise had visited their house. Then he also remembered what Old Wise had told him. He was a boy of adventure, and this journey was a major part of it. He was very -BANG! Something smacked him right in the face. As Sam turned around, he could make out a fuzzy brown creature before everything went black.

At first, the Creature wishes no harm upon anyone, until Victor abandons him (Shelley 45-46). Throughout the novel the Creature fails to form relationships with people due to his appearance, damaging his identity (Bernatchez 205) therefore leading him to seek revenge. During his journey, the Creature enters a village and is met with brutal attacks by the villagers (Shelley 92). The Creature comes across the DeLacey family in the woods and observes them. One day he begins a conversation with the blind father when the rest of the family are not around, when they come back they physically assault him over the fear of his appearance (Shelley 117-116).

Mei went spiraling backward into the brick wall. She clenched her teeth and glared at the man before her. Turquoise eyes exploded with anger towards the man. She pushed herself off of the wall, her pale skin now covered in streaked dirt. She lunged at the man, her fist connecting with his jaw. A painful snapping sound rang through the alley as the man fell to the ground.

It was almost instant. A blink. A flash of light. A momentary glance away and suddenly, without warning, he appeared once more in the icy, cold snow; as if nothing had changed, his sinful eyes still shimmering with hostility. Hansel stood, his body stiff, a shadow hovering over his sister in protection.

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.

My bed had never been more comfortable and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow: “Raine, why are you crying?” Vivian asked. “It’s nothing...really. Daddy just yelled at me and I’m a little upset,” I mumble, wiping my eyes. Concern

“There’s been an accident,” Noah Baker heard his eldest brother Keith breath into the phone. His breathe suddenly stops. Noah’s heart started pounding in his chest looking for an escape. Beads of sweat start to form on his face. He don’t know if it was because he ran out of school the second the last bell rung or because he was scared. “Noah, can you hear me?” Keith asked. Noah ignored the callings of bye from his friends. Using his left hand to cover his left ear, Noah’s other hand press his phone to his ear.

Skylar was awakened by the loud thumping of a bass. Slowly lifting open her eyes, she patted the bedside table in search of her phone that mentioned the ungodly hour. 1:18 A.M? Seriously? What is going on? She listened further and realized that the noises audible from downstairs vaguely resembled those played at a party.

He awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding in his ears, his eyes darted around the dark room. His breath came in short, rapid pants, his thoughts were fuzzy. Cold sweat beaded on his skin and soaked his tawny hair, making it stick to his forehead. The damp sheets twisted around his legs. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There was his desk with a small, messy mountain of homework that need to be finished, his closet, and the familiar bare walls. A little light trickled in through gaps of the blackout curtains. With a groan, Leon untangled himself from the sheets and  dropped his head back onto his pillow. He twisted his neck to face the digital clock on the nightstand.