Frankenstein Creative Writing

The novel Frankenstein; or the Modern Prometheus cannot be categorized into only one genre because it has various features of different genres. It is certainly a tragedy. Although the core narration starts with a story of how Frankenstein’s father meets and marries the protagonist’s mother, she first has to endure the death of her father called Beaufort. Thus, the novel already begins as a tragic exposition. As a result, the narrative fiction ends with almost everyone including the protagonist and the antagonist as dead.

throughout this novel and the movie. The decline is a less gradual one in the novel but a

     In her novel Frankenstein, Mary Shelley explores a wide range of themes concerning human nature through the thoughts and actions of two main characters and a host of others. Two themes are at the heart of the story, the most important being creation, but emphasis is also placed on alienation from society. These two themes are relevant even in today’s society as technology brings us ever closer to Frankenstein’s fictional achievement.

When man decides to assume the role of God, consequences are bound to plague such an ambition. In the case of Victor Frankenstein, the protagonist in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the product of such an ambition is a creature born of the dead. Despite the frightening process of his creation, the creature wakes into the world as a benevolent being. He simply longs for acceptance and friendship, but due to his unsightly features, the world is quick to condemn him as the monster he appears to be. With an unbearable sense of rejection in his heart, the monster begins to turn wicked. Soon enough he is responsible for multiple deaths in the name of revenge. Although many treat him unfairly, the monster is fully aware of his actions

I relaxed on my deck outside, basking in the streams of sunshine and sticky humid air.

Almost all great works of literature contain allusions to other great works of literature that enhance the meaning of the work. Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein is an excellent example of a major literary work that contains a sustained allusion to another major work. Frankenstein contains many references to Milton’s Paradise Lost, and the two stories are parallel in many aspects.

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing a notebook from his locker; maybe he wasn’t the only one experiencing weird paranoid episodes, maybe other people were too. My mind continued in thought as he made his way through the crowded halls when he stopped. Standing, staring straight up at me was three pairs of eager eyes smiling back at me. It’s the pink and purple girls, he

he jungle gave way to the lithe figure, running and jumping through the alien thicket, dodging and turning in her way to the familiar site. Even at such speed, probably with more reason, her eyes were watchful, alert. The low plants with the wide leaves and blue spots were harmless and edible, a brush with the tall red sprigs of the reeds in humid areas caused a fever. In the daylight such things were easy to distinguish even in a hurry, but it also meant that she had to be careful with the predators like the one chasing her.

The Gothic novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley Wollstonecraft absolutely advocates change and up to a certain degree shows concern of the social attitudes and customs of the 18th and 19th centuries. Mary Shelley successfully created a fiction that was meant to indirectly criticize the practices of the time. Shelley wishes to modify the fact that knowledge that existed during the late 1700s through the 1800s were being used for detrimental purposes, although some were being used for honorable purposes; she also expresses concern for the intrusion of technology that was being experienced at the time the novel was written.

Then a thought hits me. "Wait, go back a little bit. So, Yesterday when you were being teased, when your eyes changed, you were M-shifting, right" I ask him.

Suddenly a piercing cry came from my bedroom. I darted up the stairs following the cry of such extreme agony. I stopped in the bedroom doorway to find my wife’s lifeless body lying on the floor with a hulking figure peering over it. What at first glance I thought to be my mortal enemy was actually my second creation.

I looked up at this figure as if it was the devil himself, the figure took off his hood so I could see his face and what I saw was unbearable, his face was covered in blood all around the mouth leading up to his simple nose. I did not want to look into his eyes wondering if I would be the next victim, but I did it anyway. His eyes were bright blue and full of wonder and sorrow as if they had been only the worst things in life, adding up to his hair, brown hair like a bear you would only come across in the dangerous mountains. The creature had a pale white tone to it as if its skin has never seen the sun. I stared at the monster or man or whatever it was for what seemed like forever, a moment later I snapped back into reality and when I glanced up the creature was standing right in front of me, it grabbed my neck and then it all went black, I opened my eyes and look all around and it was only just a dream. I looked over at the clock and it was about three am. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn’t, an hour went by I kept tossing and

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

Mary Shelley starts Frankenstein with a tone that much resembles many of my peers’ during their speeches, regarding Kantz creation of Shirley as an act that is as devious as Frankenstein’s. It might even be, but just like Victor Frankenstein, Kantz also had pure intentions by the time she brought Shirley to life. Her main goal was only to provide college professors with a composite of the average college student to facilitate their understanding and enable them to target their student’s needs, in order to actively lead them towards writing an effective, original text with the information acquired from previous texts. Truth be told, Shirley’s persona could even have been effective to the purpose of summing up the average college student in the early 90s, when Kantz’s text was published. She has flaws, of course, but maybe her difficulties were similar to most of her counterparts’ by the time she was created. Nowadays, though, almost 30 years later, Shirley’s composite is inefficient to that purpose, and needs an update, as it bears little generational connection to the current college student.

“He is an eye candy; I wonder what he is being doing here?” I murmured.