Sunday, June 2, 2019

A Victim of Despair :: Frankenstein Mary Shelley Creative Essays

A Victim of DespairHow many of you have read or heard the story of Frankenstein? Im sure some of you may remember reading Mary Shellys novel or watching one ofthe many versions of the movie.Have you ever find that most of the storiesabout Frankenstein are shown only done Victor Frankensteins experiences? What about the monster he created? Have you ever wondered what the monstersside of the story was? Well, youre in for a big surprise because tonight on smart News, the monster that Victor Frankenstein created will be here to sharehis side of the story. Lets welcome our guest, Mr. Monster. How does your story go?It was not long ago on a cold November night, that I became the product of Victor Frankensteins discovery of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter. Electricity engulfed my form, acrid odors surrounded my senses, and the loud shrieking of, Its alert Its Alive filled my ears. I had no recollection of who or where I was. The unfamiliar chamber from where I awoke was must y and damp. Numerous bottles and wires filled the dimly lit room. I began to walk around the room attempting to find something that looked familiar. I didnt recognize anything and as I walked I had trouble maintaining my balance, I kept slipping on a liquid substance that had spilled all over the floor. Once I regained my balance an overwhelming sense of strength rendered my body it was a feeling that I never experienced, my arms and legs felt energized like there was an endless energy flowingthrough them. I looked at myself in a nearby mirror and noticed the apparent scars that covered my body and facet. My arms, legs, hands, feet and face werenumb and seemed like they didnt belong to me it was almost as if someone stitched me together using numerous body parts. I asked myself aslooked in the mirror, Who was this ghastly monster I was looking at in the mirror? Could it be me? I took my hand and rubbed the scars on my face and onmy arms. I was the monster in the mirror. I dont kno w what to say but at firstI thought I was having a high-risk everything day - you know bad hair and skin.The yellowish tone in my skin made me look somewhat dead. I was so embarrassed by my presence, I was afraid to scare off whoever came near.

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