Eliza's Frankenstein Review

Frankenstein Rhyming Poem

Eliza and Eve did an incredile job of using a rhyming poem to retell the story of Frankenstein.

Frankenstein by Eliza and Eve

Victor’s mother took one last breath,

But her heart shone like the moon.

He was sad about his mother’s death,

And had to do something soon.

The graveyard was scattered with chipped, grey stones,

And on the ground lay a severed head.

Next to it sat a pile of decaying bones,

Victor stood in the territory of the dead.

In his laboratory surrounded by jars,

Victor worked tirelessly day and night.

Attaching limbs and sewing up scars,

He was about to get a shock and a fright.

The creation opened a dull yellow eye,

Victor had created a beast.

His friends and family about to die,

The monster had been released.

Frankenstein Haiku

We used poetry as a way to retell the Frankenstein story. Libby, Evie, Luka and Ameera used a series of haiku poems in their retelling. Enjoy

Frankenstein by Libby, Luka, Evie, Ameera

Volume I

Victor Frankenstein

Lost his beloved mother

Wanted to cure death

Volume II

The eerie graveyard

Is where Victor stole dead bodies

For his creation

Volume III

Beakers and test tubes

Bloody sharp surgical tools

Laboratory

Volume IV

He worked day and night

Finally, he had finished

Sewing the stitches

Volume V

Electricity

Brought the creation to life

One dull eye opened

Volume VI

A blood-curdling scream

Finally, free from his chains

Smashing everything

Volume VII

Victor hid in fright

He rejects his creation

Monster takes revenge

Frankenstein Trailers

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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.

Chapter I volume III

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.

Chapter I volume IV

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? 

Frankenstein by Ameera

Frankenstein - A Gothic Novel by Ameera

Chapter I Volume I

The grieving mist gripped tightly onto the graves not wanting to let the dead depart. Raindrops pattered on the blanket of sodden leaves and thunder growled overhead. The mossy, ruined gravestones stood like soldiers preparing for battle. Moss and lichen covered the names of the long lost and forgotten. Bending willow trees stood like mourners around an open grave. It was here in this place of the dead that Victor Frankenstein dragged a lifeless corpse from the cold hard ground.

Chapter I Volume II

Victor, who had piercing blue eyes quickly walked out of the graveyard. The man had hazel, shoulder length, wavy hair. The young scientist, who had eyes the colour of the deep blue sea, desperately searched to find the cure for death. He had a ghostly paleness and a serious determined expression on his face as he returned to his laboratory. Exhausted, gripped, frenzied, Victor worked every possible hour experimenting in order to find the cure for death.

Chapter I Volume III

The laboratory was as dark as pitch black smoke. The shelves groaned under the weight of jars, cups, and test tubes. Each container held the severed body parts of Victor’s previous experiments suspended in liquid. The small flickering flames of candles made a puddle of wax. The rough, black door was securely shut with wood and chains. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten flesh and damp soil filled the air. Victor’s workbench held book’s and surgical tools and underneath lay flesh and peeled skin.

Chapter I Volume IV

In the centre of the laboratory an eight feet tall lifeless body hung suspended by large strong metal chains.  His large, muscular arms were covered with ragged stitches. The skin of the monstrous creation was grey like a wolf hunting for prey. Slowly, a blood red eye opened and he let out a piercing scream. Shocked, bewildered, and confused, the creation stared at his master furiously. A moment later, the monstrous grotesque creation snapped the chains holding him. The hideous creation terrified Victor. The monstrous growl of his creation caused Victor to quickly hide in the shadows. The massive muscular monster then crashed and smashed his way out of the laboratory leaving a trail of destruction behind him.

Little did Victor know that his actions that night would lead to him losing everyone he loved. Victor would spend his life regretting his decision and ask himself ‘who was the real monster?’

Frankenstein by Maisy

Frankenstein - a Gothic Novel by Maisy

Chapter I Volume I

The wind wailed longingly as it gripped tightly onto the graves not wanting to let the dead depart. The lightning struck across the sky sending a bright silver arc splitting the sky in half. Moss and lichen covered the engravings of the long dead and forgotten. The old grave stones made sinister creaking noises as if they were going to topple over. The overgrown nettles strangled the decrepit crumbling graves. In the distance there was the hooded figure of Victor Frankenstein

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Chapter I Volume II

Victors jet black, unkempt shoulder length hair hung lifelessly around his snow white face. Victor who had a raven tailed coat like burnt ash walked determinedly between the slabs of stone, shovel in one hand and a sack of severed limbs in the other. The young scientist, who had eyes the colour of electric blue waves, desperately searched for the cure to death and disease. Victor hurried back to his laboratory to continue with his gruesome experiments.

Chapter I Volume III

The laboratory was as dark as the shadow of the grim reaper. The shelves groaned under the weight of the hundreds and thousands of beakers and test tubes filled with unspeakable horrors suspended in liquid. The candles scattered across the room formed huge wax puddles under the desks. The secure oak door was securely barricaded shut with thick planks of wood. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten, decaying dead flesh caused Victor to gag. As Victor was working on his creation a pool of blood was forming at his feet and rotten, discarded body parts piled up on the floor.

Chapter I Volume IV

In the centre of the laboratory hung an 8 feet inhuman, unnatural creation strapped to strong heavy metal chains. The skin of the creature was rotten, decaying and ashen grey. His limbs where muscular and pieced together with uneven ragged stitches. Suddenly the creation opened one blood red eye. Frightened, shocked, confused the creature woke up and stared at his surroundings.  The creature, which had moments before had been lifeless, let out a blood curdling scream. With a monstrous roar, the monster broke free from the laboratory.

That night Victor had cost himself everything…