How To Write A Tale Of A Frankenstein

I’m going to let the creature come after you. Perhaps you could be part of my study of the thing. Would you die? Most likely. Remember, I did say I’m the only survivor. I think there’s a reason for that. Someone has to put the creature in the books. That’s what I’ll call it. The Creature. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Now, don’t you start calling me crazy. I assure you, my dear, I am completely sane. I just need another victim. One more and I’m sure I could find some kind of connection. And then, I would be able to stop The Creature before it could attack again! Wouldn’t that be

A thing was crawling out of the forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill scream that rose before the beast was like pain. The beast stumbled into the

“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.”

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

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

The beast symbolises the power of evil within and a physical manifestation of the beast. It begins to

Adelaide swallowed hard, pushing herself off the earth beneath her. Fear radiated from her body as the lights temporarily blinded her as she looked up. She sat on her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, what had she gotten herself into. She was trapped in a silver lined circle, it almost reminded her of a baseball field because of its lighting fixtures. There were two different sets of lighting fixtures and one set wasn’t turned on, she could only assume they were back up lights or perhaps specialized lights of some kind.

The only lights in this room were small electric lamps which had seemed to have been there for a while because they were only giving off very dim light. The smell of old rancid meat had hit my nose and made me curious as to what was giving it off. After a few more minutes of struggling the rope finally released me into a small fall to the ground. The sound of me hitting the cold floor sent echoes throughout the cave and I think the creature must’ve heard because it let out a bloodcurdling shriek that made the hair on my neck jump off and run away. Judging by this there probably wasn’t a lot of time until it got here so I took one more good look around before trying to find a way out. Collecting all my things I stumbled on an old lighter and torch which would be my light in dark places. I quickly ran down the closest corridor with the lit torch in hand. This place made my skin crawl and the feeling from it gave me made you think death is a better

His eyes drop to the ground, slick with some substance. Blood, he recognizes in cold terror. And—what is that thing? It resembles a human made up of a million limbs, stitched haphazardly together. A spider turned human. It turns to him, eyes narrow and severe (what colour are they? It seems to shift unnaturally in the moonlight, ephemeral).

Chapter one was an introduction to his life. His mother went through a traumatizing time and his father helped her get through it, and they eventually got married. They didn’t care that they were so far apart in age, they thought that it just brought them closer together. Once Frankenstein was born his mother and father fell in love with him, his mother thought that he was essentially an angel sent from heaven. For a while, they never had any other child except for him.

Towering above us the beast made no sound, but Cali made a sudden move and the beast bit her in two, at her torso. I screamed, and instantly I ran away, away from the beast, and my dead companion. Through the price of Cali’s life, the rest of the group had more time to reach the cave’s entrance. Twelve feet, six feet, then it was there the beast and its’ smell was back again. I then heard a scream it was Seth singer of music. The group pushed onward to the top and we emerged. As we came running out of the cave behind us, and instantly Clara maker of sleep decided to sing to hopefully make the beast sleepy. It was working for a while but the beast began to become angry again, and David the hunter decided to shoot the beast with a tranquilizer to make sure the beast went to sleep. He made the shot and it hit the beast in the neck, and instantly the beast became very sleepy and collapsed due to its weight. At this the group, what was remaining of us decided we should tie up the beast giving us time to escape. We had Robin the ropes expert in our group and she tied the best up to restrain it for a while. As we finish with the beast sleep evades me,

My cheeks grow hot under his heavy gaze. His lips quirk up at the corners. “Like a gift from—” He starts but shakes his head, never completing his thought before shoving another bite in his mouth instead.

“Whats your name little guy?” I ask the dog. The dog turns to face me as it is surround by a bright yellow light. Its face morphs into a face of a man. His paws stretch to human hands. I cover my eyes from the light getting brighter and brighter. From under my hands, I notice the light disappeared. I uncover my eyes to see a man standing in front of me.

I desperately attempt to calm my quailing heart, but it is to no avail as it pounds against my trembling breast. The terrifying, headless beast continues to chase me; he looms closer and closer. I can feel his breath, burn down my neck, like hellfire. I violently jab my horse’s ribs increasing my speed up, his breath lessens. I see safety, my heart soars. I lift my head up high rejoicing in the sanctuary I soon shall be blessed with. He lifts his head as well and hurls it towards me. The head flies through the air flaming, smashes through my skull ripping my head from my neck.

I gripped my sword and clenched my teeth, praying these wouldn 't be the last moments of my life. The small pond a few inches away showed my reflection. I gaze into it and can 't help but think of how ashamed my family would be to reveal what 's become of me. I am a coward. My soul is but an abyss that holds nothing but webs and dust. I reach as far as I can for something; just to keep going, but leave empty handed every time and the swirling thoughts never leave my head. I am a coward. As the bloodied monster approaches me, it releases an inhuman roar and charges toward me. The scales on it 's body looks as if it 's breathing and the earth lets out a long, menacing, and subdued growl that 's makes my vision bleary as i attempted to stand.