The werewolf runs fast as he quickly disappeared from the elfs eyesight. The beautiful elf takes the boy on her arm and quickly runs towards the elfs kingdom. As the beautiful elf try to runs quickly towards the elf kingdom, the werewolf is screaming pain as he lose blood from hand looking for help. As both the beautiful elf and the werewolf trying to get help the blood moon slowly disappear, the beautiful yellow sunrise from the deep ocean removing all the darkness the moon had bringed. After running for hours the beautiful elf sees her kingdom runs towards it to get the boy help, her finally reaches her kingdom and take the boy to the doctor. The doctor takes the boy to a bad and put him down, he opens his eyes and looks at and tells the beautiful elf queen that there is nothing to worry and the boy will wake up in few hours. As the boy is getting help the werewolf is wondering in the forest looking for help a thought come at his back of his mind that he will not make it, as the werewolf is about to give up hope he sees a dark wooden hut covered with vines.…
He kept on running, searching for the reddest tree in the forest. It was nowhere to be found. He ran and ran and as he grown weary, he slowed his pace, but not giving up, he walked for a few hours more. After a whole day’s search, there it was, the reddest of them all, the red talking tree. “What can I do for you, my son?”…
The author also shows the main character having or remembering various dreams, dreams in which the main character is in peril and is subsequently rescued by his heroic father.…
The coachman approached the side of the coach, opened the door and he peered inside the coach, "Okay lad come out. " Lucinda's level of fear intensified before being able to react as a result of sight of four riders in the distance, approaching the coach. One of the riders, she remembered was the man with the long beard covering his large unsightly scar. The coachman, "Leave the carriage or will I drag you out?" Staring directly into his eyes and drawing her knife: "I warn you, the best is that you will give up your plans, whatever that may be, you'll regret it if you would not."…
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah Milli point two just to hurt you, ah All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah None of these toys on lease too, ah Made your whole year in a week too, yah Main bitch out your league too, ah Side bitch out of your league too, ah House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby…
Though I may have been trapped here for some time, I have managed to stay sane through drawings. I drew how I felt when I felt it. Now however, I am growing restless, and am tempted to peer into the outer world, even though I know it will bring dread and resentment upon my mind. Yet I still have a sliver of hope in my heart and so I decided to view- the mounted screen. I turned it on and waited for the bulbs to warm themselves. Finally an image began to fade into place. I was astonished at what I saw.…
The intensity of this novel is finally beginning to escalate. Chapters 22 and 23 have the feeling of impending doom and a strong sense of foreboding. Mary Shelley uses a couple of different strategies to give the reader a feeling of catastrophe around the corner.…
The pursuit of knowledge is at the heart of Frankenstein, as Victor attempts to surge beyond accepted human limits and access the secret of life. Likewise, Robert Walton attempts to surpass previous human explorations by endeavoring to reach the North Pole. This ruthless pursuit of knowledge, of the light (see “Light and Fire”), proves dangerous, as Victor’s act of creation eventually results in the destruction of everyone dear to him, and Walton finds himself perilously trapped between sheets of ice. Whereas Victor’s obsessive hatred of the monster drives him to his death, Walton ultimately pulls back from his treacherous mission, having learned from Victor’s example how destructive the thirst for knowledge can be.…
You are running in the forest. After running past a couple more trees, you turn around. There is nobody. But you know, there is. The man, that you could not quite make out his face, must be following you into the forest just like he did on your route back home. He was chasing you home and you dodged through the nearest yard. This is how you find yourself in the forest. You thought you lost him. It is all unknown, just like the forest is. You stop to catch your breath, as you think you have some time to spare.…
“Fine, I’ll tell my story of distress, I’ll even do the rhyming thing, I guess. Firstly, I should tell you of our species But keep in mind, we’re very different beings Our social status is decided by blood. Some were brightly colored, others were like mud. Not of whom we are from descended from,…
Some people argue though that one does not need to have anything do do with ones creator like in this quote,"Man need no longer be in awe of his creator; he no longer even feel grateful for being created. He can turn his back on God with a good conscience and set about charting his own course, seeking out ways to remake an imperfectly created world, even to change his own nature for the better"(Hogsette). This quote talks about how in life now we don't need a God figure in one's life today. The monster though would disagree with this. The monster was left alone for his entire life and kept looking for something to make him happy and if his creator would have been in his life he would have known a lot more and would have made his life a lot…
In the second grade, I had a crippling fear of my teacher, who loved to play, “Let's pick on all the students who aren’t raising their hands.” In my imagination, school was where carnivorous teachers scanned the classroom, looking to slaughter the most helpless creatures. And it seemed like this one had clear intentions of mounting my prized head on the wall. This meant that I suffered from a chronic case of rapid heartbeat, timid eye contact, and tense palms that left imprints of red crescent moons on my thighs.…
His wife had passed away before he took me in and he seemed lonely most of the time, very bitter. Sometimes I wonder what my Aunt would have been like and why she was murdered. I believe the same person killing off the town’s folk is the same person that killed my family. The creature was thinning the village out but I didn’t know the reason why.…
When referring to the following quote stated by Harold Bloom, “The greatest paradox and most astonishing achievement of Mary Shelley’s novel is that the monster is more human than his creator.” I agree with his statement because it’s vivid to see that Victor lacked on some human characteristics such as emotions and feelings.…
Who will I be? I wake up and smell the bitter scent of coffee in the kitchen I feel my head on my fluffy pillow and the only thing I can think is: who will I be today? I think about how we are just a speck compared to the rest of the universe…