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| By Belladonna | ||||||||
| 09 May 2007 | ||||||||
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This is of course a parody of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein and was originally created for a homework in my AS English Language class, but I liked it so now I'm hoping to expand the story out slightly. The story begins at this point, with the protagonist rediscovering his creation, and realizing a sordid truth Hope you enjoy! By the way, Have i put this story in the right section??? Installment 1: As midnight struck I could not help but observe a thousand fears rising within me, immobilising any sense of valour and fortitude that had ever, even for a moment been within me. Terrified by the sound of my own falling footsteps, I crept along the dew soaked passageways; my left hand curled precariously around a small silver dagger, as I vowed silently to extinguish the life of my most murderous creation. How I longed for him to again simply be a dark impression lingering only within my sordid imagination; a form of fancy yet to be created. But alas! Even as I thought these most wishful of thoughts, a shrill and terrifying scream brought me abruptly back to reality and I was cruelly made aware of the knowledge that the fiend I had created was most inarguably real, and it would be up to me, his creator, to kill him. Running breathless I followed the sounds of the fearful screams, only to discover the inconceivable truth that I was too late, once again. He stood, proud and defiant, over the lifeless corpse of a young woman, her mangled body lay awkwardly in a pool of her own crimson blood, her freshly scarred face turned towards me now; a mask of pain and terror, with open, sombre eyes that seemed to be staring accusingly into my own. I prayed that I may be granted the gift of blindness so that I might not have to observe this hideous visage any longer. In a state of overwhelming terror I felt the dagger descend from my hand unto the ground below me. “Great God! What have I created?” exclaimed I, as the monster strode towards me. To be continued!
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