Frankenstein Monster Monologue

Then I lift the mirror off its hook on the wall. I look down on it and hold in a scream. Above my head a few feet back is a creature with a large head and almost larger teeth, small yellow cat eyes on its head and a green eel like body connects to its terrifying head. Still staring at the mirror the creature looks lost in its own thoughts, if it even has thoughts. I then quickly turn around mirror still in my hands, then the creature moves. Not by moving its body or anything, it just moves. I shake my head, it moves with my shaking head. Slowly I look out of the corner of my eye, forcing myself to look, I see the creature no longer in the mirror but its yellow eyes staring directly at me. The creatures large mouth opens, its blade like teeth glimmer in the light. Then in a flash the monster face darts out and the last thing I remember is a searing pain in my shoulder and a loud crash then all goes

Scanning my mind and listening to see what the creature could be, an upright being without wings, two arms, two legs, but I wondered why it could not communicate with me. Why was is not speaking English ? At first, I considered the creature had wings because he was elevated about a foot taller than me. But when the creature came closer it was becoming desperate annoying summoning our attention. I'm becoming suspicious of the creature. My thoughts pending on reality first, since I come upon strange and unusual things without trying.

“No human being could have passed a happier childhood than myself. My parents were possessed by the very spirit of kindness and indulgence. We felt that they were not the tyrants to rule our lot according to their caprice, but the agents and creators of all the many delights which we enjoyed. When I mingled with other families I distinctly discerned how peculiarly fortunate my lot was, and gratitude assisted the development of filial love.”

The creature is aware of how much strength he possesses and often has moments of pure rage while contemplating the general destruction of all that surrounds him.

Letter 1 Explain what is established in the first passage/letter who is narrating? Why is he making this voyage? When and where is this taking place? To whom is he writing the letter?

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.

“There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast--Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! Said the head. You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s a no go? Why things are the way they are?” (page 206)

I sit on my log, lurking in the leaves. I'm starving, but I must be patient. I will never get food unless I lie perfectly still in the jungle undergrowth. All I hear are the endless drones of the insects and the loud chirps and squawks of the jungle birds. All are simply local pests, not large enough to satisfy my hunger. From afar I hear a strange, new noise, similar to the incessant ruckus of the birds, but lower. I concentrate on the noise. Could this be my lunch? The sound comes closer and closer. I hear the leaves and branches rustle. A flock of strange creatures emerge from the brush. If I could laugh I would have! These hideous creatures look like enormous beak-less birds whose feathers have been plucked entirely off except for a small

The beast limped towards me, its eyes glowing red like the color of my blood, adrenaline pumps quickly throughout my body, it charges, hooves clacking along the cold dirt floor, its shaggy fur dripping with warm crimson blood. My breath is fast as I leap towards it, dagger raised. It punctures the soft skin, tearing the flesh of its bony chest. I follow the pattern; leap, stab, tear, duck, roll, aim for thigh and roll again. It howls in rage and leaps at me, its claws outstretched, I hold out my blade as it crashes into it, the knife reaching its' now motionless heart. Another comes at me, wanting to seek revenge for its fallen brother. It roars, spikes flaring in and out of

In the book Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, we discover that the search for now knowledge has a good and a bad side. Suffering is something we all go through at some point. We try to avoid it but our search for knowledge will always lead to suffering. In Frankenstein Victor had set out on a search for knowledge, he was relentless. His search consumed all his time, destroyed relationships, and lead to the death of not only himself but his friends and family. All of those negative effects originated from the monster Victor had created on his search for knowledge. Although Victor may have achieved his end goal, at what cost did this come to? Victor’s search

"Do you think, Victor," said he, "that I do not suffer also? No one could love a child more than I loved your brother" (tears came into his eyes as he spoke); "but is it not a duty to the survivors, that we should refrain from augmenting their unhappiness by an appearance of immoderate grief? It is also a duty owed to yourself; for excessive sorrow prevents improvement or enjoyment, or even the discharge of daily usefulness, without which no man is fit for society." (78)

Humans are known for bestowing their judgment irrationally and based on the “book cover” of a person, they may degrade their fellow human into the worst positions of the social ladder. Mary Shelley, in her novel Frankenstein, expands on this perspective by using mood and tone to parallel with the circumstances of an event occurring in her novel with shifts throughout the context of the book, symbolized by the changes in nature and seasons. This shift is made frequently between the agonized, desperate, frightful, maybe even suicidal mood and tone with the occurrence of dreadful acts of murder and execution, to the more calming, soothing, optimistic and life-full during a physical and spiritual recovery.

Can’t Get Away On your way back in the house feel something following you so you turned around to identify what it is nothing is there. You keep on walking all the sudden you felt the presence of this body getting closer you turn around one last time, there it is out of nowhere you realize gigantic girth as a telephone pole chasing after you weighing up to 200 pounds and it is nearly 20 feet long. As a child were always curious about happening we don’t know, however this constrictors creature is after you there is no need to stop asking why am I being chased your just running for life as quick as you can. There you are on a swing just admiring a fiery red orb of light slowly sinking beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill .... You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go?

In 4th grade, I realized that a green-eyed creature lurked deep inside my subconscious. It resided in a virtual labyrinth -- unpredictable. For as long as I could recall, it remained lost to where it did not even seem to exist, lethargic through its loss of purpose. However, after a mad trend surged into my childhood, it found its source of nourishment and jolted into action - sprinting from corner to corner. Fueled not by its own will but rather mines, it desperately sought to find an exit into my mind. Once it did and could roam freely, it transformed itself into a demonic parasite and transformed me into its host. Soon, it altered my judgment and eventually, intoxicated my free will.