The cool, crisp, November breeze, whispering through my hair. Eyes focused on walking down the forest path, yet absentmindedly gazing at the dancing leaves. Captivated by the harmonious blurs of reds, yellows, oranges painted on these fallen beauties. Whisked around the newly bare branches of the shivering trees by the same breeze that whispered to me. I thought of it unfair, the annoyment that always filled me to have a dull shade of brown cover my sight. Taking away any blissful moment of peace I had come to.
Breathing out a sigh, flicking the stray strands of hair out of my face. Continuing my brisk pace back home. Until, I heard the faintest of sounds almost indistinguishable.
“Help-” Not with a second thought my feet carried me through
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The creature’s whose cry I heard had thee most hypnotizingly beautiful coat of red. Trapped under a net, its paws already covered in dirt and torn up leaves from it’s current struggle to be free.
Instinctively hushing my voice and letting out a soft whisper,
“Shh, I’ll get you out little fox.” It let out another whimper as I stepped towards it placing my hands on the gritty rope. With one swift motion lifting it up high enough for the handsome creature, to shake off and stretch it’s legs, before stepping away and to sit to the side of me staring up, it’s fire colored tail wagging beside it.
“Oh thank you ever so much, Ms. average looking girl. It was rather uncomfortable to be in such conditions, under poorly made net that stunk of the sea. But having you to find me so late in the evening I’d rather be impossible to catch up or see my friends. Neither the less I am stick grateful and owe you.” His words quick, changing the mood after every breath he took. His tail making shapes in the air, shortly after he finished speaking he got back onto his paws and headed towards a cave which lied under a maple tree with red splattered along it’s summery
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Average?” the fox huffed in annoyance as he walked around to entered the cave, not caring to even take a glance in her direction.
Watching gleaming reddish orange fur disappear into the darkness of the mysterious cave. Lifting my head to look towards the sky as I realized how quickly time has passed. Knowing I’d be a fool to try and find my way back home to only end up lost.
Sighing as I ran my fingers through my hair, thinking back on the word this strange but beautiful fox used to describe me, ‘average’. The word only stung because I’ve started realizing the truth behind it. With that I wandering into the cave trying not to trip over my own feet, as I laid next to the already snoring fox, smiling to myself.
“I wish I shared the same color fur as you.” I mumbled through a yawn, as I felt my eyelids grow heavy and my mind drift away.
Feeling warmth cover my face, like a bright blinding blanket. With a groan i try to turn my head not welcoming the morning that had come. Moving my hand expecting to find a sleeping fox close by, only to be met with an empty bed of leaves, opening my eyes hoping I was alone. Letting out a sigh as I sat up to stretch, noticing a lock of pretty red hair. Confusing as i tried to pull it away from my face to have pure shock mixed with joy as I laughed. The fox has given me the gift of hair as beautiful and stunning as the pelt it’s born with. I am thankful, happily smiling the rest of
As Human As It Gets In the novel Frankenstein by Mary Shelley proves that things are not always what they seem. Harold Bloom, in the "After word" in the Signet Edition of Frankenstein states: "The monster is at once more intellectual and more emotional then his Maker"The greatest paradox and most astonishing achievement of Mary Shelley’s novel is that the monster is more human than his creator. This nameless being…is more lovable than his creator and more hateful, more to be pitied and more to be feared…” When one hears the word “monster” they think of someone who is evil and fearful, with no human like qualities at all. So how is it that Bloom can say that the monster is more human than his creator?
Sorry guys you’re stuck in the goblins grisly nightmare,” said a voice from the mouth of the cave. A penguin was perched on a rock. There was a hint of daring in its glowing purple gaze. It looked daunting, almost dangerous and I recognized that tone, which was more ladylike than you’d expect from an aquatic, flightless bird.
Dictionary.com defines the word hex as (verb) to bewitch; practice witchcraft on or (noun) spell, charm; which is exactly what a hex is, a magical spell; whereas Google defines hex as (verb) cast a spell on, bewitch or (noun) a magic spell; a curse, and Wikipedia defines hex as “a magical spell, usually with malevolent purposes such as a curse.” Dictionary.com defines the word curse (noun) as the expression of a wish that misfortune, evil, doom, etc befall a person, group etc or (verb) to wish or invoke evil, calamity, injury, or destruction upon, which is a very accurate definition of what a curse is, whereas Google defines curse as (noun) a solemn utterance intended to invoke a supernatural power to inflict harm or punishment on someone
In Frankenstein, Shelley describes Walton’s perception of Victor’s perilous adventure to eliminate his life-threatening creation. In accounting Frankenstein’s journey, she adds a cautionary message to society by illustrating the devastating consequences of scientific inquiry and the overall acquirement of knowledge. She uses both Victor and Walton as examples of men attempting to exceed human limits. From Victor’s initial “success” with reanimation, his creation ultimately symbolizes the unpredictability of unrestricted experimentation. His creation throws him into multiple depressions and Victor struggles to maintain a stable life. In the end, Walton considers Victor’s demise from a disastrous appetite for “nature’s secrets” as a lesson for his own conquest for glory and knowledge. In this, Shelley uses Frankenstein to warn society about its further audacity in pushing boundaries to uncomfortable limits.
Frankenstein is among one of the most iconic novels written during the early 19th Century. This novel was written by a distinguished Mary Shelley and first published in the year 1818. Shelley’s story is considered to written before its time as it challenged many themes and ideas of humanism, natural science, ambition, abortion, etc. The novel itself sparked many controversies and debates as numerous different topics are challenged and discussed throughout the novel. Shelley flawlessly executes the story as she writes in a dramatic gothic drama tone and allows the reader to step into different views of the story by changing perspectives.
Once in a while, the news exposes horrid crimes in which offenders react to unfair treatments or uncontrollable incidents strayed from their good aims. These types of accounts often trigger debates on who are primary villains. In a complex society, one’s limited objectives sometimes trigger cascading effects, especially if one deviates from one’s rectitude. Therefore, without a precaution on the consequence, one’s free will may end with a disaster. Mary Shelley typifies this notion in her fiction Frankenstein, in which Victor Frankenstein, a fervid scientist, creates a monstrous creature in his heedless pursuit of knowledge at a cost of a few lives. Although the creature causes several deaths in this novel, he is a victim more worthy of forgiveness and compassion than Victor, whose moral failure as a creator is responsible for this tragedy.
Mary Shelley’s novel “Frankenstein” is infused with metaphors, revealing the state of the world during 1818 when the first edition was published. Firstly, through the initial dialog between Victor Frankenstein and the monster he created, an image of a repulsive creature is depicted, revealing the destructive relationship possible between a creator and his offspring. Secondly, it can be observed that the metaphor of the monster reveals Shelley’s criticism of the displacement of religion during the era of the enlightenment. Thirdly, Frankenstein can be seen as a condemnation of the treatment given to those with a visible difference within society. Additionally, Shelley’s creation of the monster in her novel could be seen to reveal the toxic effect of a world without female influences. Finally, Victor Frankenstein’s creation of his monster may have been to reveal the detrimental effects isolation can have on any living being. Thus it is revealed that Mary Shelley’s novel, through the creation of the monster, has many allegories to comment on society’s condition.
The full moon illuminated the small clearing of Old Forest and the trees seemed to whisper to each other as an old man cloaked in grey stepped out from behind their thick trunks into the open space, the eyes of a curious tawny owl following his movements. The old man stood humming a quiet tune, leaning his weight onto the large staff he held, before turning his head and staring into the darkness behind the bodies of the great trees, their canopies shielding the inhabitants of the forest from the light of the moon, “Surely, Merca Kuruni, you will not keep me waiting here all for the entirety of this night? Come, my friend, I have business I wish to discuss with you.”
As the creature interacts with people, the creature faced harassments. When the creature had isolated himself within a forest, he found himself near a family. As he watches the family filled with enjoyment, he begins to develop emotions he had never felt before. Later on, he attempted to speak to the old man, but then got turned away from the son and daughter with a look of disgust because of the way he looks. The creature was abandoned again, but
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
The proud fox, serving as the main point of focus and predator, seems delighted as he devours his prey. From the fluffiness of the fox’s tail, to the overall furriness look projecting
A shrill cry echoed in the mist. I ducked, looking for a sign of movement. The heavy fog and cold storm provided nothing but a blanket, smothering all sight and creating a humid atmosphere. The freezing air continued to whip at my face, relentless and powerful. Our boat, stuck in the boggy water. Again a cry called. Somewhere out there was someone, or something.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
In every battle he had fought, he was mocked for dressing as he did which was in honour of his grandfather who accomplished far more than he ever would have. He was certain his grandfather went through this in his later years. "For tradition's sake." he answered her as he kept it short and sweet. It was clear that he wasn't keen to the idea of entertaining this sadistic creature. His eyes still pierced into every bit of her anatomy: legs, back, musculature, and anything he could find that could give him a clue to the intent of her movements. He counted the seconds it took for her to move behind him and circle back into his field of view. It was stupid of him to try and be tough, he figured -- but he listened, and he kept every bit of his expertise on full alert. Eyes were on her tail, and he was itching to draw his guns; nearly holding his own breath to stop himself from making the first