The Eccentric Creature: A Narrative Fiction

As an international businessman whose contacts include many Americans, my father has always been an outward-looking person. Our country, the United Arab Emirates, is very small, and is building its economy by building connections with the outside world. In international business, English is the dominant language, so my father wanted me to learn it at a young age so that I could enjoy opportunities that he hasn’t.

Even when I asked him to leave me alone he never let me stay alone he stood in place and said to keep calm and forget it as if it didn't matter at all.

Scanning my mind and listening. The creature could be a vagabond, an upright being without wings? Two arms, two legs, incomparable to any other animal. Why was it not speaking English ? Was it trying to convey something? What kind of reaction was it looking for? What circumstances could this encounter lead up to? Was the encounter premeditated, meant to be chaotic? Incomprehensible? But in actually, it is a reality. Did the creature have wings? When the creature came closer it was becoming determined to have our attention, it's not disputed. Yet it draws suspicion, specifically the creature did not impart itself completely, but stays on the inner edge of darkness hiding his corporeal self, simoustanly encroaching himself on us. However,

I fell to the floor and scrunched my eyes closed. He kept mumbling that same sentence in that same voice. I started crying and begged him to go away but he just got closer and closer until I felt him crouch next to me. I kept on crying and begging him to go away. He didn't and I felt him grab my chin and pull it towards him

He seems to not believe me but this man I met at the gym has been following me ever since I met him. “louis I swear there is a man after me, I have been seeing him at night, I really think he is trying to kill me”

She walked up the stair unhurried, her steps confident, and her hair still perfect without fault. As she reached the top of the stair there was slight hill that rose up before her, stood heavily on top was a creature that made her top lip rise in an act of disgust. It was easily 7ft tall, built similarly to a man, but its legs were thick and tough, no feet at the bottom like any person, they resembled an elephants, hard and wide, made to balance the large creature it was carrying. Its arms were disproportioned; the top of the arm was thinner than the bottom, getting wider and more engorged as it got closer to its hand. The hand looked like a swollen mess, heavy and fat with its tiny fingers poking out, similar to a plastic glove that had been blown up like a balloon. But it was its face that was the most disgusting thing to the girl. It was small and lumpy, its mouth taking up a large part of it, almost splitting the face. The mouth was long and thin, the sharp spikes of teeth had shot through its lips on multiply occasions, leaving the tough skin around its mouth shredded and scarred. And at the top of its head was its eyes, they were fish like, unblinking and dull. The creature in front of her was disgustingly

A stranger was walking toward us from the other side of the bridge. I thought that he would pass us right up until the moment he stopped in front of me and DJ. Out of nowhere this complete stranger, who called himself “Crazy Tim,” comes up to DJ and I and begins asking DJ about his guitar playing skills. They chit-chat for a couple minutes about music and bands, all topics of which I was not interested in listening to with the wind going at least 25 miles per hour. At last, “Crazy Tim” left and we began to set up for the video. DJ pulled out papers and glared at me through his snapping

He came close to me and said welcome to the ricefields. He then proceeded to stand up and walk in to the woods leaving me for dead. While at the wood line he turned around and looked back and smiles sniggering as he does it.

There was no definite reason why I had decided to do so, and yet I staggered on. The creepers draped from the lofty trees, trying to hold me back from whatever laid beyond here. However, my urge to amble onwards had already seized me, as I pushed my way through the dusky thickets. My legs began to cave and blood oozed from my nose. The gust of wind from when I, at last, reached the clearing almost had me relieved.

At this instance of self-consciousness, the Creature is certainly human in that it is aware of its own condition, and feels the anguish of it. The creature exhibits his humanity via his propensity for emotion and self-reflection, his earnest character, and the human origin of his body. He is also very conscious of the fact that his physical appearance is frightening to other humans, and this datum is frustrating, upsetting, demeaning and distasteful to him. He is reported saying,” I sickened as I read. `Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. ‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? “(15,8,155).The fact that the Creature has human thoughts, feelings and emotions add evidence to the interpretation of him as

First, the creature reveals emotions of his “ ‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust. God in pity, made man beautiful and alluring after his own image; but resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorrded.” The event which bring out these feelings are when he finds a lethern portoutue with several books on the ground. The creature rushes off to read them and making the creature feels hopeless and discouraged due to his appearance. He realized his creator made him hideous looking, extremely oversized and thus scary questioning here he came from and who he was? His creator and not God made him looks like this becoming self-conscious and discourage about what people will think of him. The amplification of the creatures emotions

The creature is made up of the appendages of various human bodies. Because of the creatures varying features across the entirety of his body, He has extremely disgusting and horrifying features. “...only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight black lips.” (30) When people all over the world think, “monster,” The image of an ugly, eerie, and strange looking being comes to mind. The creature is ,very accurately, an ugly, eerie, and strange looking creation that is extremely beyond unimaginable. It’s truly difficult to capture what the creature would look like in real life, and this translates to a poor representation of Frankenstein’s creature in modern

Every night I was oppressed by a slow fever, and I became nervous to a most painful degree; the fall of a leaf startled me, and I shunned my fellow creatures as if I had been guilty of a crime. Sometimes I grew alarmed at the wreck I

Everything done, from the time one is born, is acquired from what is seen around

Historical fiction can be a fantastic, and amusing, way to learn about a historical period. England in the 19th Century is a fascinating period to study, but it can be a little tedious reading through text books. Tracy Chevalier’s Remarkable Creatures demonstrates the cultural and religious attitudes of England in the early to mid-19th Century.