I was a captive you see. A captive of the demons everyone has had the wonderful chance to meet. They weren’t your normal demons. No, they were everyday monsters. They came to me, one day about 3 years ago.Disguising themselves as kind, genuine people, I let them into my life. We had become friends, coexisting together. The thing is, after so long of getting to know you, they learn your weaknesses, your fears, your everyday problems. Once they’ve gathered their intel, they creep into your soul. Piece-by-piece they interlock themselves into your very being. It’s not fun. It’s not fun at all. People look at me, and think i’m fine. Really, i’m struggling. I hear their words in my brain, and feel their cold calloused hand squeezing my heart. I’m …show more content…
People take pills to get rid of it, and hurt themselves because of it. I hurt myself because of it. Can you guess it’s name? I’ll just tell you. It’s name is depression; an angry monster who tell you that you are worth nothing. A monster so widely spread, it claims hundreds every day. This monster has been my downfall. It tells me that i’m not good enough, and whispers terrible things in the dark. It tells me to cut myself and starve myself, because I definitely want to be like those girls in the magazines. The ones with layers and layers of photoshop carved into their skin. I knew it was photoshopped, I just didn’t care. I din’t care if it was impossible to get to that point, I wanted it. Hell, I still do. I want it with every piece of my body, heart, and soul. Then again I feel the same way about chocolate. Though I make myself not eat it, for the sake of being thin. I make myself starve, so I can look like someone a guy would want. What guy would want girl with scars on her hips though? The second monster, well, this monster is also normal. It is what we live in, it is who we breath. It hold us in its grasp, and we do nothing to stop it. Maybe we’ve gotten use to it holding us so tight. Maybe thats why we came up with the saying, ‘who ever said life was fair.’ I think I gave it away. This monster’s name is life. Life drags you down, and then wonders why you haven’t gotten back up. It sends people who hurt you, and kill you
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
The “monster” as an inhuman creature consists of human-like qualities that are understandable if not justified, while the other two villains are human characters who are portrayed in demonic ways. Critic James M. Keech defines the gothic villain and its actions as“grievous sins, not mere wrongs -- the worst of what man or devil is capable” (?). The actions of Ambrosio and Cenci include “grievous sins” such as rape and incest and offer no sort of indications that their actions are affected by “simple human frailty.” The Creature’s killings and violence are a result of the hardships and maltreatment he has experienced and not simply acts of malice, but rather revenge, a much more complex and understandable response. His actions do ultimately horrify the reader, but the Creature as a villain is subordinate to the considerable amounts of sympathy invited towards this complex character. The compassion felt towards the creature strengthens the most as a result of the fact that his actions are not “[s]enseless butchery by an inhuman monster,,,” but rather “...all too reasonable” (Hume). The Creature craves companionship, understanding, and the ability to be welcomed and loved by others, but his good intentions are ultimately shattered and twisted into a self-loathing that causes him to retaliate in a monstrous
We are born, and life engulfs us into itself whether we like it or not, we live day to day wishing things could happen, wishing we could do things, imaging a perfect world in which there was no conflict, we wish children didn’t have to die so young, but soon enough it’ll happen to us; we die, and there isn’t an awful lot that we as humans can do about it. It is simply the cycle of life.
Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts.
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
The monster “Frankenstein” is thought of as a horrible, evil creation. One informant thought of him as frustrated, loud, and uncommunicative. Some others remember aspects from the many different movies such as the monster having “the mind of a killer and the heart of a kind man.” One informant recalled the monster having a “soft spot for children” when he helped a little girl kill all the evil monsters in one of the movies.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Monsters: they are the ones who intentionally and repeatedly hurt others, physically or emotionally, without remorse. Filling minds with paranoia, creeping into the darkest parts of the human psyche, and starring as the lead role in many nightmares, monsters terrorize the happiness and sanity of daily life. In Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, a scientist with good intent creates life, but he is horrified by his creation’s appearance, neglects to take proper care of it, and causes it to ultimately become wicked. In The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, a beautiful man, influenced by his friends, loses grasp of his identity and morals. Shelley and Wilde create two distinct characters, the creation and Dorian Gray, neglected of receiving proper care, misguided on their paths to self-actualization, and tainted by the influences of the corrupt, transforming them into wretched monstrosities.
Cherish The heavy clomp walking sound that came from deep inside of the forest. He wishes he had never heard it. He wishes he could just pretend nothing is happening. It stops not too far from him, but all he can hear is his heartbeat thumping so hard within his chest.
Breath, taken for granted every second of everyday. It just happens, breathe in breathe out. Anything can be taken away in an instant. Eka a twenty three year old student has his first vacation since he started college to become a tectonic plate scientist. With his mother, papa, two sisters, and a newborn baby boy.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
It was a eerily cold night. The storm ripped at the sailor's face. The wind and sea howled almost calling for a soul on the ship to join those already lost in the sea. the crew ran to and from tying cargo down. the ship tossed like a toy boat in a pond and passengers stuggled to stand as their vessel rocked back and forth.
Depression strikes a large number of people around the world. It can be brought on by many things, such as childhood trauma, social issues, and drug use. The one thing that sets depression apart from many other mental afflictions is that everyone who has it may have it for different reasons and are taking different steps to remedy it. Some seek psychoanalysis while some rely on a pill to make them feel better. Others turn to self-medication, in the case of depression known as self-loathing, self-mutilation, and suicide. There are endless studies regarding depression being performed worldwide which become very specific in nature. An interesting aspect of depression that sets it apart from other psychological difficulties is that depression can be brought on a person by themselves. If people allow themselves to be victims of self-loathing, depression and its symptoms are sure to be close behind.
Their footsteps grow louder now as they hunt with relentless determination. For years they have pursued me. Their persistence has kept me underground . .