Narrative Essay On Frankenstein

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.

Victor Frankenstein created life, a monster that was born into this world with no purpose, and no one to love. He did not even have a name, he was called a monster from the start. Just like a normal human baby, he came to life not knowing anything, and had to learn from his surroundings. Just like a person, he watched and learned from others, and tried to understand the world and the people in it. From that, the monster understood that he just wants to find a life for himself, and not be viewed as an evil monster, but there are many things that are preventing that. In the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, the author portrays Frankenstein’s monster as a friend through details in his character and his outlook on life.

Mary Shelley’s, Frankenstein, symbolized a person’s necessity for acceptance by society. Society labels everything as good or bad, right or wrong, rich or poor. Although some of these labels may be correct, many are misconceptions. The monster, needed to be accepted by society, but instead was scorned, attacked, and shunned because of his outward appearance. The treatment of the monster was on the assumption that he was actually a monster. The only justification of this treatment was his outward appearance.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

Using the dim light from her cell phone as a guide, she somehow reached the light switches, and turned on the light. Then she looked around the living room. And screamed....

Cleo looked over to Cassandra “What now?” Cassandra shrugged and slipped down the wall “Now we wait.” Cleo turned towards Penelope’s motionless figure

“Help! Two children are trapped underneath a rock, someone save them!” a villager cried out.

“They’re safe. Come with me.” I pelted through the grass with Sam in tow, slightly impaired by

Her eyes fluttered open, so innocently, so unaware that it was the last time an insignificant action such as this would hold so little meaning. From that night on, opening her eyes would seem like a gift, like some sort of miracle from God. She rose from her bed, and as she did so the springs creaked, leaving an eery aroma to fill the room. The thought of what was beyond the safe borders of her room clouded her innocent mind as she made her way to the warming metal that stood between assuming and knowing. Assuming you were in danger, and knowing you were. Small, nimble fingers curled around the handle, turned it, and pushed the door open. It was then that she saw it. The colours were everywhere. Red, yellow, orange, all dispersing an immense amount of heat. The girl stared into the blinding colours and those she loved rose from within the heat, like phoenixes rising from the ashes. Their mouths were moving, but no sound was coming out. They looked frightened. They

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.

'This is strange...' He muttered and run towards the pack house, while the other followed behind him.

“Well, let’s see where it went,” Muscles insisted uneasily, “and finish this nightmare once and for all.”

Betty glanced toward the mountain and listened to the muffled screams for help. “Well, did anyone call the police?” She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.” Mark carefully stepped onto the rock with Jane’s tools.

“She won’t be able to find her way, we better go help her,” Jake said trying not to laugh. Mockingly, he started to run after her attempting to catch Maddy. His brothers chuckled and joined in on the fun.