The Role Of Creature In Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

His world was painted in blacks and grays, highlighted in pangs of hunger, defined by simple lines- simple beings cutting through gray air, the black skies. Occasionally, they would speak to him, speak of him, hushed breaths saturating the frigid air. Upon such occurrences, the casual observer could discern the perverse glee that consumed his eyes and speed their gait, blurring the blackness of his actuality. They would not offer him a name, could not offer him a name, as such a creature, certainly, did not deserve such dignity. For the truth about this man, this creature, is that his very being did not warrant a name, an existence. Such were the petty indulgences of man, self-perpetuating constructs that served as only a hindrance to the depraved, unyielding, nature of a vessel such as himself. However, contrary to the wilting cries of his observers, he was not a malicious presence- he was anything but. The only barrier between this nameless creature’s mind and their hearts was nothing more than the slightest wisp of caring, a opaque dusting of morals that surrounded humanity, deluded humanity. He would often amuse himself, idly, by obscuring and refocusing the essence of this …show more content…
Such pleasure was easily found, when one’s prey hunted itself. One such being was Joseph Othello, a verbose child of wealth who lived by the ties of theism and slept bereft of fear, of paranoia. A child who grew, yet did not at the same time. He would float through the streets, encased, devoured by a world of color, of vulnerability- eyes melting into the gaze of the nameless vessel of the streets. Oftentimes, his feet would accept the pull of the pavement, his body solidifying into position, drawn to the frozen anchors. Seldom did he do more, simply observing the person, the thing, that stood before him, his forehead scrunching to accommodate narrowed