How To Write A Narrative Essay On Frankenstein

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

Monsters are intimidating creatures created by artists. It is incredibly common for a monster to be “ugly”. Human beings judge stranger’s personality based on their aesthetic, and researchers has actually discovered that this is factual (Mlodinow). Members of the modern society would deny that they judge others based on appearance, however, since prejudice is a human’s survival instant, it is nearly impossible to deny this fact (ASU). Long before scientists could prove this concept, writers used this flaw against readers, in order to create terrorizing fictional novels. Play writers would make the monster distinctively different from any other living beings, notably they achieve this task by creating an irregular creature with a wide-range

Most would agree that advancing in science and making new discoveries is important to society. Usually making a scientific discovery is something that can benefit everybody and provide new knowledge that was previously unknown. Although in Frankenstein, the book uncovers how there can be negative to an experiment, and you need to be ready for whatever the result is. Frankenstein is a scientist who experiments with creating life. He originally had thought that there could be no possible harm to creating a life form. That was until Frankenstein’s experiment came alive; as soon as he saw it he knew he made a mistake. He immediately knew it was a monster, and he ran from his own experiment. After it was created and he fled, he could not believe what he had done, and he isolated himself from people.

There was no noises except for one that was unlike the howling of the wind. In a flash I opened my eyes and searched around for any signs of animals. There was nothing, but the sound continued to get louder and more vicious. So I continued to search, then to my right about 45 feet away I spotted a large animal. Bigger than anyone i’ve seen before, with fangs the stretched passed it’s gums. Alone stalking its prey, but in this case it was me. The piercing eyes glared into me, as it stepped towards me in a slow stalk. In an instant it picked up see and barreled towards me with unstoppable

While walking thru the forest , something with a coat white as snow dotted in front of me i grabbed my knife from its sheath but, then i realized it was okulu a wolf that i have known since the day i was born i quickly put away my knife,”What did you think i was?” she said.”I thought

At first I don’t notice, for the sweat on my brow seems to be dripping down my face, but then I feel a drip on my head. And then another. I raise my hand to my head and then feel another drip on my fingers. Slowly, I look above me.

After reading the roughly the first one hundred pages of the book the author has left me with many questions still left unanswered. After being introduced to the main character the novel decides to change back and forth from the present to past again and again. After reading the beginning we are set in a post apocalyptic seen and after each reflection on the past we collect some of the missing pieces of the puzzle to how the world got to this point. Reading this makes me very frustrated because I never know what to expect. I am not exactly enjoying the style of which this is written in because it becomes confusing at times due to the switching of tenses from past to present. However it keeps me interested to learn how the world or I presume to be earth has come to this point.

The gothic horror novel Frankenstein was written by Mary Shelley, and this author has a peculiar and unique style of writing, as any writer would have. One of the staples of Shelley 's writing style in Frankenstein is a massive use of description in often long-winded sentences, which seem at many times like run-ons. For example, Shelley writes, “I looked on the valley beneath; vast mists were rising from the rivers which ran through it, and curling in thick wreaths around the opposite mountains, whose summits were hid in the uniform clouds, while rain poured from the dark sky, and added to the melancholy impression I received from the objects around me.” As one can see, this is a very long sentence the likes of which are found throughout

I woke up, just now, not remembering my surroundings. Running, is what I did. Anything to be away from the darkness that I was engulfed in. Anywhere could be better this place.

To my utter surprise, I feel something lick my hand. I open my eyes when I hear a whimper from the animal. My eyes widen in shock when I see the gigantic wolf standing before me. I stare in awe and wonder at how this wolf could be so large and gorgeous. His coat is as black as night and there's a beautiful shine to it. His eyes are magnificent, a glowing sapphire that entrances me and also makes me

Trudging along the cobblestone path I feel eyes watching my every move following me as I walked along side a man I just met. Trying not to look down every alleyway as my imagination runs wild with fear of what, or rather who could be lurking in the shadows. I keep my eyes forward in the hope that we’ll soon be out of the dark. A large shadow grows beneath the low light of a street lamp up ahead; uncertain of its cause my body is consumed by apprehension. Focusing on the clicking of my heels as we neared the shadow I proceed with caution, dashing past the alley, turning only to see a large rodent scamper across Tom’s foot. “Hey, you alright?” In my alarmed disposition Tom’s voice gave me comfort “Uh yeah i’m fine, I just thought it was going to be something else”, hearing the shakiness in my tone Tom stopped turning to me he slid off his shearling coat offering it to me with the kindest of smiles. Not taking no for an answer, he draped the coat over my numb shoulders.

In Mary Shelly’s book, Frankenstein, she writes with a narrative style. A narrative style is telling a story. In the book Frankenstein is telling his story to Walton who is writing the story in a letter to his sister, Margaret. The readers do not know Frankenstein is telling the story until the end when he is on his death bed and the ‘you’ he used was not to the readers but to Walton. Right after we see he is writing this down in a letter to his sister. Frankenstein follows Frankenstein’s story in order, only to go back to catch up on what his monster did. The writing style is shown many times in the story including this quote, “… and I myself was about to sink under the accumulation of distress when I saw your vessel riding at anchor…” (Shelly 184). In this quote, we read when Frankenstein sees Walton’s ship during his chase of his monster. In the beginning of the book Frankenstein starts back from his birth and progresses to tell his life story. Chapter I starts with,” I am by birth a Genevese; and my family is one of the most distinguished of that republic.” (Shelly 27). Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein is an example of narrative writing because the book is a story and follows the sequence of events in Frankenstein’s life.

I wake up, while it 's still the middle of the night, the fountain is still flowing, a few lights are still on and all the guards have gone to bed, I jump out the window because something was bothering me. The crisp night air felt ominous, but relaxing, the sky filled with an ocean of stars, as I walk toward the center of town I see a fox-like figure with nine-tails run away a small spherical object in it’s mouth with a low blue

It was nine o’clock although it could have been midnight. The main street was deserted except for a man pulling his bull terrier away from the base of a lamp post. An ambulance siren wailed in the distance. Occasionally, a car hissed past spitting up spray. Persistent winter rain permeated my fur coat, saturated my hair and drooled down my face into my scarf. I was cold wet and eager to get indoors. Long dark and menacing. Though dark, the alley lured me in with the promise of a speedy arrival home. Momentarily I hesitated at its entrance. A hundred yards away stood a single street lamp that offered a dim amber light at the alleyway’s turning. The pole of the street light had been defaced with rude drawings of body parts and derogatory words. My gut feeling told me to leave this unfamiliar alley - and quickly. but down the alley, past the turning and another 20 yards and I would be home. 120 yards and 3 minutes rather than 300 yards and 10 minutes. Although I was hesitant I took the first step into the alley as warmth and dry clothes beckoned. I walked on in fear.

Trudging along the cobblestone path I feel eyes watching my every move, following me as I walked along side a man I just met. Trying not to look down every alleyway as my imagination runs wild with fear of what, or rather who could be lurking in the shadows. I keep my eyes forward in the hope that we’ll soon be out of the dark. A large shadow grows beneath the low light of a street lamp up ahead; uncertain of its cause my body is consumed by apprehension. Focusing on the clicking of my heels as we near the shadow I proceed with caution, dashing past the alley, turning only to see a large rodent scamper across Tom’s foot. “Hey, you alright?” In my alarmed disposition Tom’s voice gave me comfort “Uh yeah i’m fine, I just thought it was going to be something else.”Hearing the shakiness in my tone Tom stops, turning to me he slides off his shearling coat offering it to me with the kindest of smiles. Not taking no for an answer, he drapes the coat over my numb shoulders.