Frankenstein by Libby

Frankenstein - A Gothic Novel by Libby

Chapter I Volume I

The wind howled through the trees, and pale streaks of lightning cracked the sky. The moon started to hide behind the dark misty clouds. The rain wept against the coffins of the dearly departed. The old, broken graves lay in an eerie graveyard shielding the dead. Moss and lichen covered the names of the long forgotten. Lost souls stayed inside of the old, rusty, black fence. It was here in this place of the long forgotten that a man named Victor Frankenstein dragged a life-less corpse from the ground.

Chapter I volume II

Victor’s muddy brown, shoulder length hair hung lifelessly against his face. He had electric blue piercing eyes. His face was pale from being up all night. Victor who was devastated about his mother’s death became obsessed with collecting body parts for his creation. Tired, determined, excited he worked day and night non-stop in his laboratory.

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The Laboratory was like an abandoned abattoir. The packed wooden shelves bent under the pressure of hundreds of beakers and jars with unspeakable horrors inside. The small, flickering flames of candles surrounded the laboratory and every minute grew smaller. Victor had securely locked his windows and doors with padlocks, planks of wood and chains. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten flesh and bubbling liquids filled the air. Victor’s workbench was covered with bubbling liquids and surgical tools and under his bench was discarded organs and severed limbs.

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In the middle of the Laboratory hung Victor’s creation. He was eight feet tall with skin the colour of ashen grey. His large muscular limbs were pieced together by uneven stitches. The creature, who moments before had been life-less, opened one dull yellow eye and let out a scream. The creature then broke free from his chains. Trembling, Victor remained hidden from sight. Suddenly, the monster started breaking the barriers and chains holding the door and window shut. The monster was trying to break free. He kept smashing things up until he had a space big enough to get through. The monster was gone.

 Little did Victor know that his actions would cost the life of his loved ones. Victor would spend his life regretting his decisions and ask himself who was the real monster?