The Monster: A Narrative Fiction

After a seconds I started to feel the tips of my ears starting to get hot, very hot. I ignored the feeling for a bit but as we kept putting the fire out it got worst. About five minutes of went by before we had the fire knocked down and we were able to walk out of the building and we walked outside it was pouring rain. I had walked over to the where we had placed our tools from before and started taking my gear off. I remember reaching up to my ear and feeling the skin all burnt up from the steam that was produce from the fire but I didnt care i had a smile from burnt ear to burnt

I thought to myself, I just was a little girl who loved having her freedom. When I realized that I was in a hospital bed, I began to cry my happiness went away. I started giving up on myself because I knew that I was heartbroken that could not enjoy my life anymore. I just wanted to feel the fresh air, eat my favorite food, which is plantains and fish, and listen to the bird sing instead of staying in a bed all day. When I touched my face, I felt the heat. The only thing I can taste in my mouth the hot flames. I went back to see the doctor and I found out that I had damaged scalp on my head and that I had to cut my

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

I wanted to tell my story about the traumatic experience that took place on October 30th, 2014. I had to face an obstacle that I thought was impossible. I soon found out it was not impossible but that it was possible just not going to be an easy task.

In my life I had a lot of negative people that I was scared of. My brother was one of those who scared me the most. Although he never meant to, he still did. My entire life I was scared to go home. I didn’t feel safe. I was always full of negative. I hated it. I was always scared. I was always having attacks. At first the attacks didn’t happen that much. But they soon became my entire life.

The idea of do not judge a book by a cover comes into play in the novel, Frankenstein, because it consists of a creature who is exiled from human civilization because of his grotesque appearance. The creature is never given a chance to justify his actions, and is expected to live his life as outsider without a community. In reality the creature is immediately judged based upon his appearance, and not the content of his character, which is the thing that should be evaluated. The creature soul is pure, and beautiful that it is overlooked because of this physique. The creature is the victim of Frankenstein’s own demons. Frankenstein, the creator, follows his own obsession to discover the secret to life by placing life into a non-living body. He shows no hesitation. Power and pride appears to brainwash his mind, that he overlooks all possible consequences. He is the definition of monstrosity because he is vain, and simply thinks about himself, and what he wants to achieve like power in this instance. Thirst for power is an ugly characteristic that begins one’s path in being a monster because it consumes your life, and blinds you from doing the right thing. I aim to convince the reader that the novel, Frankenstein, presents ugliness as the general makeup of monstrosity, but I am going to argue that the creature does not fit this characteristic internally, and Frankenstein does through his demeanor.

One day I was riding my bike up in down the street in our neighborhood and all of the sudden I hear the gears of the chain making a weird noise I look down now because my shoelace is now stuck and I can't stop. My vision is going blurry and i'm yelping for pain, I HAVE LOST CONTROL!!!! I am feeling nothing anymore and now i feel very light and i think to myself am I dead and then all of the sudden I feel a stinging like acid is being poured onto my skin. I open my eyes and realize my whole leg is in alcohol and I burns I just want to say, #!@$@!#$#@!$@#$!@#$!@#$!@#$!@#$!@#!!@$%!$@#!%$@!%#$@%!#$@!%@#!%@#$ but I don't and then i'm having gauze wrapped around my leg and i realize i'm in the house. And i'm alive

"I'm scared to death of allowing someone to read my work." a girl in my college English class says in one of her posts. I want to write back to her: Be scared. Do it anyway. However, this class isn't somewhere that we all have free reign to say whatever we want to one another, or maybe it is, but I feel awkward because maybe our professor, a published author, should tell her this instead. All the same, I can't shake it.

What is one to do if the person they dare say love, changes all the truths they know to be true? What about when you are left questioning every little piece of yourself, until you do not recognized the reflection staring back at you? Now, what is to be done when that person is ripped out of your life forever? Jesse was one of those people who came into my life by complete accident; we could have very easily never have met.

Hope is the only thing that's kept me going for 11 years. Hope that things will get better eventually. I think that's true for a lot of people actually. Hope can be pretty evil when you think about it, it presents a false idea that things will change when really, there isn't much of a future. But then, what do we have if we don't have hope? Who are we without it? Where are we going?

Horrified cries filled the auditorium, and Napoleon shouted, “Oh, stop that! Surely, you realize that this normie is only dragging down this school rather than helping it!?”

I was just sitting in a chair. I had been talking to my mother while my little sister was in the kitchen eating breakfast and the older one slept upstairs. It was 11:45 at this time and it was quiet. That’s when it happened, the chair under me shook and I watched as the pictures trembled against the walls. It felt like something had hit the house. My thoughts immediately went to my older sister who was sleeping upstairs. I remember thinking if something went through the roof it hit her first. I was already on my feet and on the stairs when I heard my mom ask, “What was that?” and I honestly thought that the tree next to our house had finally fallen over. I reached the bedroom and opened the door. My sister hadn’t even heard the noise. Confused I ran back down the stairs and saw my mom on her way out the door. I began to piece together that this was bigger than just us at this point as I saw people leaving their houses

Throughout history, there have been many different myths and folklore about monsters. These stories have been passed down many generations and have managed to survive through time, with very little changes. Monsters were created to warn people about the dangers of the unknown in the world. Many of the Monsters have human qualities, both good and bad, imbedded in their being. The similarities between the human and the monster indicate that humans have the capability to be their own monster. Robert Stevenson story, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, demonstrates perfectly that a person has the capability into becoming a monster to society in the story. Despite Dr. Jekyll being a wealthy esteemed member of society, he still became Mr. Hyde, a monster. The undeniable shared characteristics between humans and monsters support the idea that humans will be the destruction of society, if we don’t conform to society’s norms.