Why Is Mary Shelley's Frankenstein: Fact Or Fiction?
As rain plastered against his fur, he bounded across the forest floor hoping for some way to evade the seemingly endless onslaught of water pour down.
Usually, the howl of the wind would be at bay, panes of glass keeping him at a safe distance from the elements. Suddenly, the escape he vied for for so long didn’t feel worth it anymore.
The rain was cold. Colder than even the basement back at his old den, or house as the no-furs call it. He was constantly being driven there, the darkness soothing him as a no-fur screeched at him. He didn’t do anything wrong, it just seemed like even getting close to one of them would suddenly direct so much hate and anger on him.
Usually, he would ignore the anger, but today was different. Something clicked …show more content…
He didn’t know how much time passed. Each droplet of rain was just another, falling one after another after another after another after…
“Hey!” A voice sounded out spontaneously from the rhythm of pattering rain, making him jump. He ignored it, telling himself that it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him.
He would have believed it, if the cries didn’t get louder and louder as a vague shape walked into his line of sight.
“Hey there! Are you alright?” the creature’s voice sounded feminine, and he could tell that she was getting closer as this time the voice was much louder. Fear gripped him as he thought back at all those stories his neighbourhood friends told him, bloodthirsty savage cats in the forest, who kill for fun and laugh at their prey as blood flows out of their life-sustaining arteries and heave for their last breaths and...maybe he was just thinking too much.
As his deep breath created a small plume of mist, he watched, surprised, as a pair of green eyes appeared through the mist.
“You look half frozen to death!” she exclaimed. “Come with me, I can show you where you can get all nice and warm,” she beckoned him with a flick of her
Usually, the howl of the wind would be at bay, panes of glass keeping him at a safe distance from the elements. Suddenly, the escape he vied for for so long didn’t feel worth it anymore.
The rain was cold. Colder than even the basement back at his old den, or house as the no-furs call it. He was constantly being driven there, the darkness soothing him as a no-fur screeched at him. He didn’t do anything wrong, it just seemed like even getting close to one of them would suddenly direct so much hate and anger on him.
Usually, he would ignore the anger, but today was different. Something clicked …show more content…
He didn’t know how much time passed. Each droplet of rain was just another, falling one after another after another after another after…
“Hey!” A voice sounded out spontaneously from the rhythm of pattering rain, making him jump. He ignored it, telling himself that it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him.
He would have believed it, if the cries didn’t get louder and louder as a vague shape walked into his line of sight.
“Hey there! Are you alright?” the creature’s voice sounded feminine, and he could tell that she was getting closer as this time the voice was much louder. Fear gripped him as he thought back at all those stories his neighbourhood friends told him, bloodthirsty savage cats in the forest, who kill for fun and laugh at their prey as blood flows out of their life-sustaining arteries and heave for their last breaths and...maybe he was just thinking too much.
As his deep breath created a small plume of mist, he watched, surprised, as a pair of green eyes appeared through the mist.
“You look half frozen to death!” she exclaimed. “Come with me, I can show you where you can get all nice and warm,” she beckoned him with a flick of her