Creative Writing: Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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It was witching hour. The female’s heavy breathing was breaking the silence of the night. She could hear the thundering, rambunctious footsteps of the lingering creature. Trying to be as silent as the darkness, she laid awake. Eyes wide open, praying to the gods that she’d make it through the night. Suddenly, she felt something lay gently on her shoulder. Her eyes enlarged, for her daughter’s hands were not that massive. She rolled over. A piercing scream disturbed the whole village. “You’re Majesty!! You’re Majesty! I bring terrible news!” “What is it Alfred?” “We have lost another villager! She was killed through the night.” An expression of deep sorrow fell upon the King’s face. This was the sixth villager killed since their arrival …show more content…

She was found just like the others. Scapular cut her limbs off, slit her throat, and let her bleed to death.” The king looked away, as the description of her death rattled his emotions. “Axton, we cannot allow our people to fear the night. More and more of the villagers are being brought to death.” “I am aware that a decision needs to be made to stop this nonsense. I have perpetually come back to the realization that if this continues, the kingdom will become desolate. But what can we do? We do not have an army. I am not strong enough to fight. I am growing old, Alfred.” Alfred stood with the king, contemplating different solutions. Until one attracted his attention. “Axton, I’ve got it! Did you hear about the man who attained victory against a ferocious monster, with his own bare hands?” The king glanced towards Alfred with a confused look appearing on his face. “His name is Beowulf. He defeated a monster called Grendel, who was consuming people during the night. This man is so brilliant. He used his knowledge that no weapon could harm or kill Grendel. So Beowulf removed all his armor and put down his sword. He laid down, to appear as if he were sleeping, and when Grendel went to snag him, Beowulf grasped the creature’s arm and ripped it clear off! The creature was in gruesome pain and then ran off to die.” Processing the knowledge he had just heard, the King began to

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