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Frankenstein Creative Writing

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He has always lurked inside of me, a malevolent entity that crawled beneath my skin. The boy stared at me, his lips pulled back to expose his sharp canine teeth, leering at the sight of me. His fathomless black, pebble-like eyes were sunken in his skull. A crow’s nest of matted charcoal hair was plastered to his sticky forehead. Sickly, translucent freckled skin stretched tightly over his canvas of bones. His knuckles were white, fists clenched tightly into two quivering balls of fury. The boy was an exact replica of me - except he wasn’t. There was something undeniably wrong with him, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Cold beads of sweat prickled down my spine as his face moved closer to mine. My fingers crept tentatively towards …show more content…

The familiar, tortured strain of my mother’s voice curdled my stomach. I flung open my bedroom door, sprinting towards the living room, my heart thumping like a relentless drum. My lungs were on fire. My eyes darted around the room frantically until they landed on him. There he was, the man I was forced to call my father. He lumbered towards me, this big atrocity of a creature, swaying dangerously from side to side. His beefy arm hurled my mother onto the floor, as if she was a bag of week-old garbage. Her hands desperately reached out to clutch onto his arm, to restrain him, but they missed. My mother was a frail wisp of a woman – so much that she practically dissolved into the grey curtains. Her powder-white face was streaked with tears. My father’s dark, hooded eyes locked onto mine. A supercilious, arrogant smirk was stapled onto his face. Tumescent flesh spilt from the sides of his leather belt, his stomach jutting out comically. He was a man with barely any neck, the red flush of alcohol staining his pug-like face. Oh, how the sight of him boiled my blood.

“ROGER!” He bellowed, lurching across the room towards me. I flinched, as he drew his wolfish face close to mine. The sharp, pungent scent of whiskey filled my nostrils. “D’you know how much of a pain you are, kid? The school called again today, said you’d been actin’ up in class, stealing and botherin’ the little

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