Frankenstein-Personal Narrative

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

“In Frankenstein, the narratives seem to grow organically from one another: it is impossible to extricate the narratives from one another, as they are so closely linked and interwoven.”

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

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

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

The howls of swaying leaves cut through the grisly night. The only light ascended from the moon, though it was barley visible amidst the trembling towers of trees. Branches of wrinkled wooden limbs creaked and groaned as they swayed to the sound of the wind’s whispered secrets. Exposed, contorted roots sprung from the ground desperately trying to escape from the ravenous demons that dragged them down to a more hellish fate. Tortured screams of those doomed to a punishment of fire and brimstone erupted from within the deafening quakes of the woodlands, and the deep cackles of a hag could be heard faintly after.

The momentum forces me to stumble down. I fall on my back, the air knocked out of me. I lay for a moment, attempting to catch my breathe. As I learn to breath again, a heavy thing falls on me. My vision is blocked as a handful of black hair lands on my face. Next to my ear is a set of lips.

I’m running. I can’t scream, my lungs are burning and something is chasing me. I see a light at the end of the dark and gloomy hallway but it keeps getting farther no matter how fast I run. The thing behind me is getting closer, I can smell its rotten breath. All of the sudden I feel the sharp pain of broken glass burying in my feet. I fall onto the glass covered floor and finally a scream escapes my throat.

I then felt a breeze past me and I was knocked away from the group, managing to sit up, I look at what had done it. I saw some creature that had a body of a woman and the lower body of a spider. It freaked me out bad. Noct got in front of me, as if shielding me from that creature, he asked me if I could get up, replying to him, he nodded his head and told me to go to where Prompto was at. Getting to my feet, I ran over to where Prompto was.

The good thing is that I had time to roll out and dodge the attack because it was about to hit me with a huge paw full of 5 sharp claws and maybe have rip me apart with the huge teeth on the mouth.We were so scared that the only thing I scream to Jeff was to RUN! ,if he wanted to live and not to died,the creature was so fast that it was just behind us just by few inches,I thought this was the end for men and Jeff but out of nowhere I heard this sound from a spear cutting through the air that hit the creature right in the head that didn’t even leave the creature a moment to take his last breath.Me and Jeff were so confuse of what was goping on but at lesat we were alive and safe.

In this excerpt, Frankenstein is told in the first person point of view. With the excerpt being told in first point of view, we can learn more about the monster. We can understand what the monster is thinking, how he is feeling, and how he learns. We can see how the monster gains his humanity. As we read this excerpt, we can see that Frankenstein is a grown man in a baby’s body.

In front of me, there is a coarse dirt path no wider than an arm’s length, devoid of any vegetation and sunken in the earth by decades of walking. To the left and right, spindly trees block most of the sun with their wide leaves. Here in the forests of Camp Oty’Okwa, layers of green and brown extend beyond the horizon. Yet the sun manages to send some of its rays of light to the forest floor, keeping the area illuminated and comforting. It feels safe. The air feels refreshingly clear and humid, and carries the smell of freshly cut grass, dirt undisturbed for centuries, and rock untouched for eons. Conversation drones on ahead of me, a faint hum occasionally broken by crunching leaves, snapping twigs, or piercing bird calls. Thirsty, I

A slow red sphere, pulsating with light and energy, rose across the hazy horizon; feeding the once dark and bleak island with colours, sound, and life. It was like an artist’s canvass slowly coming to life, as splashed the surface with colours and hues, and carefully put together his masterpiece. The island suddenly lit up as if someone had suddenly twisted the brightness knob on a television set, and flicked on the volume. The dark and mysterious trees and plants suddenly lit up with radiant joy, and I saw the finer detail of my surroundings in the brightness of the morning sun. As I got up I saw a multitude of ants scurrying about on the dark gnarled root, I gazed deeper into the ants world, staring in fascination at the various dark

A calming voice washed right over my mind as I drifted into a dream like state. Ferns grew around me, surrounding my body. The moderately comfortable couch beneath me turned into a hard dirt ground littered with rocks that dug into my knee, scraping over the scarred tissue. The humid air relaxed me but the thought what could come brought me straight back into a pit of fear. Smoke began crawled around my throat and began choking my already short breaths. The flames around me destroyed the beauty of the forest, consuming the perfect paradise. Yellow and orange expanded throughout the sky, ripping through the perfect blue day. Soon I would probably be engrossed by the blaze, if I am not found by the savages first. I fear what they will do to

I tread softly through the forest. Suddenly, a low thrum filled the air. It vibrated the ground beneath me and the bones within. “Crap!” I whispered fiercely. I began to run