Narrative Essay On Frankenstein

Frankenstein was a scientist who thought that the world was a secret, which he desired to discover in the scientific field. He worked to find out the relationship between humans and animals. He was attracted by the structure of the human body, any animal related with life, and the cause of life. One day, Victor Frankenstein made an experiment where he included many different human parts from different dead people. This resulted in a human being and a strange creature never seen before in life, which made Frankenstein very scared. This creature or monster was tall enough to scare people by his height and with muscles that were well proportioned.

Several fields have studied the relationship between creator and creation. The most significant aspect of this research considers the difference between nature and nurture. Sociologists, psychologists, scientists, and other professionals have tried to pin down the exact distinctions between these two types of upbringings. In literature, the same questions have been asked and studied using fictional characters, most famously in John Milton’s Paradise Lost, in 1667, and Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, in 1818. The complexity of the characters in these texts creates the theme of nature versus nurture before they diverge and arrive at differing conclusions.

     There are many different themes expressed in Mary Shelly's Frankenstein. They vary with each reader but basically never change. These themes deal with the education that each character posses, the relationships formed or not formed in the novel, and the responsibility for ones own actions. This novel even with the age still has ideas that can be reasoned with even today.

“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.”

Critic Northrop Frye once commented that "Tragic heroes are so much the highest points in their human landscapes" (Frye 1). Few characters illustrate this characteristic of a tragic hero better than that of Victors Frankenstein, the protagonist of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. His story is one of a brilliant man whose revolutionary ideas brought suffering to himself, his family and friends, and his creation. Victor is an instrument as well as a victim to this suffering throughout his story.

What comes to mind when you think of the literary character Frankenstein? You likely think of a monster with no morals or mental capability. However, this excerpt from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley shows us that there are more sides to the creature than his stereotypes lead us to believe. The first person point of view uses the character’s observations, words, and actions to change the reader’s opinion on the creature in a positive way.

The creation of a complex within a character is significant to the development of the character as a whole. Authors allow the reader to make assumptions about their character based on the two options created using this complex. After reading John Milton’s Paradise Lost, the creature of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein creates a complex within himself about whether he is evil, like that of Lucifer, or good, as if he was Adam. Of the two, the creature is more like the envious Lucifer in Heaven than that of a child like Adam in Eden. The creature displays more qualities of Lucifer; his abandonment, eternal suffering, and a vengeful attitude towards their creators. However, he displays the newborn and solitary qualities that Adam possesses.

So let’s get started. Today started like any other lonely and cold winter morning. We ate some canned beans, and drank some melted snow. After our breakfast, we started on our daily journey; heading south. Father tells me that we must reach the coast as soon as possible, or we won’t make it through the rest of winter. He has never told me what is at the shore;

She wrapped her arm around my body. She looked to me for warmth. The clan that protected her had perished. She is alone. A densely green wilderness surrounds her, a hundred hops in every direction. The provisions her people brought into the wilderness would be scavenged entirely by now. Even if there were fifty of us rabbits to comfort her, the weak body she wears would not last. She is only a child. Her fate is almost certain.

I saw myself. Hideous, that 's what I was. People were afraid of me, so I have to hide. A hidden figure in the darkness of the night. I don’t remember why I looked like this therefore, I don’t remember anything , however I remember him. I saw him.

The rain strikes against his body so heavily it feels as if small pebbles are being thrown at him. His leather boots quickly fill up with mud. In the distance he see's the once hooded figure laying face down in the mud. He see's the pale sharp ears stick out from the long black hair flowing down its back. He stumbles and slips into the thick brown sludge. Mud cakes his face. He could now see that the once hooded figure is a female elf. As he crawls towards her, the pack on her back rustles and a the sharp cry of a baby emits from it. He fumbles over the claspes of the pack clumbsly and opens it. Inside, there is a baby boy wrapped in torn cloth. The boy's skin is as dark as tanned leather, ears sharp and point like the elf who carried him, dark brown eyes like a horse, and bristly black hair as dark as the night sky. Aesir, presses the baby close to his chest and runs back towards the shack. Shielding the baby from the harsh elements of the winter. In his mind he thinks to himself," This child I shall raise as my own. His name is

As a couple strands of long chestnut colored hair fall over Ali’s face, she brushes them away, her cold hands brushing against her red nose. Her whole face seems to be rosy due the cold, her breath even being perceivable. She pauses next to one of the trees, sniffling as she places her hands onto the thin black leggings which clothe her legs. She rubs her hands up and down her legs in attempt to produce heat. She breathes out a shaky breath, peering around the forest. All is silent and peaceful, radiating an amazing aura of tranquil. Abruptly, an icy waft blows throughout the tree filled area. The girl squishes

The street concealed itself beneath the dense winter mist, crystals drooped from window ledges. Rats scurried out of broken crates to scavenge off unwanted food. Elisabeth turned her head throwing her oak wood hair to shield her sight from the disgust that lay before her. She found an open area to amuse her solitary colleague and herself. The new found land was presented with plentiful maple leaves that fluttered in the wind not worrying where they would land, swans flew south the escape the winter’s chill. Elisabeth caught her hazel gaze in a puddle frozen in time; large blotches of muck destroyed her rags draped across her shoulders to impersonate a dress. Her colleague barked in her direction waring her of the peril advancing towards her. Muscular arms tore her from the puddle throwing her into the leaves.

As the flag came closer and closer in view, it morphed into a rectangular-shaped "danger cliff" sign. She had no time to halt, before her body was viciously thrown into mid-air and slammed into what looked like the gentle snow; but was instead hard, rough ground; narrowly missing a group of knife-like jagged rocks below her. Whimpering in pain, she lifted her head to see miles upon miles of what looked like "cookies and cream ice-cream," rocks and snow. Black mingled in sparkling white, white disappearing into the abyss. There was an absence of footsteps, the wind even fearing to venture down into the icy hell that she had plummeted into. Even the birds above her were now soaring overhead, mocking her as if waiting for her death. Minutes felt like years as she lay sprawled out in the snow. Any moment now her prince would arrive on the top of the jagged edge unravelling a rope for her to climb up to safety in his waiting arms, or a helicopter would send down a basket for her to be lifted into and bring her back to the land of the living. But these were all dreams and hopes. As she drifted off into the land of eternal sleep, she wished she hadn’t taken that

when he felt lonely and when he was hungry there was no one to guide