Frankenstein's Monster: A Narrative Fiction

In Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, the narrator, Dr. Frankenstein, enhances an atmosphere of horror through diction and imagery, which creates escalating a tone of darkness. Frankenstein had been working on this experiment for months, and on a late, fall night it finally presents itself. The narrator is extremely anxious, and images of a lack of light, his “candle… nearly burnt out,” promotes a tone of fear and disquietness. Frankenstein means to contrast the living and the dead by reviving a “lifeless thing,” but ends up locating the peak of dread.

The way Mrs. Hossack put it someone had come into the bedroom where she and Mr. Hossack were asleep. Once the intruder came into the house they beat her husband’s brains out with an ax.

He came out of the smelly tent and the back half collapsed after him. Alma tried, but ended up laughing. He gave her a look, but then it changed and he just smiled. There was something in the look that made her look down.

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

“Can I see his eyes again?” Cander moves closer. “Unusual.” he remarks after further inspection.

He opened the door and no one was there. He was scared to ask but he thought it was the ghost of Lenore. So, he asked if it was her. Then a sound came back and said

Leaving to his room, I glanced at the kitchen and found a thick cutting knife with blood on its edge. Droplets were on the counter. I swiped a hand over it and Vesper’s blood was now on my fingertip. I shuddered and washed it off, before heading into his room.

He got behind the wheel of his truck and backed out. He had planned to go to his parent’s house and maybe take a shower because he just couldn’t seem to get the feel of the blood off of him and he needed to change his clothes because they were covered in blood as well.

Annabelle and Ellen quietly walked to the door that was in front of them and opened it. They saw the women sitting on her chair and grinned at them, like she expected us that we were going to be here.

Her feet padded by the thick rug running through the middle of the hall she came upon a door. Giving a quick turn of the head she was satisfied that no one was following her and no one appeared to be inside. Rolling through and lifting herself into a crouch she surveyed the surroundings. A large room with four entrances, completely empty apart from

Meanwhile Russ,nick,and i were walking through the towering jungle that was our back yard. Suddenly we heard an giant screech it sounded like godzillas mighty roar.Then when the monster came out of the jungle it was a giant SCORPION!

“Stop!” Mr. Dance cried out to his men. Our party came to a halt to investigate this strange man just lying there. They all quickly dismounted and rushed to the mystery man’s side. I pushed my way through the stout bodies crowding around him and gasped at the scene before me. Sticky blood was gushing out of his forehead and coating his sharp features before matting into his long golden

Several minutes passed, and the man’s violent tremors ceased. Jeremy took a shaky breath, and slowly bent at the waist. He picked up the knife and wiped the blood from its blade, leaving a dark crimson stain on his heather gray t-shirt.

I stood between the two bodies, looking into their lifeless, glassy eyes. Crimson blood pooled around their stiff bodies. More blood ran down the blade of the knife I clutched in my hand, gathering at the point and slowly dripping on my leg. What had he done?

With another thoroughly unpleasant jolt, Seoyeon suddenly realised that the only reason she’d even become aware of his shadow was because the candles in all the chandeliers were now lit. Half scared out of her wits that he’d managed to sneak up on her so silently, Seoyeon sat frozen for several long moments. How had she not noticed him? He must have been there for a little while if all the chandeliers were now alight — how had she not heard him opening the door, or his footfalls on the wooden floorboards? They’d squeaked loudly under her feet, after all.