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by Zami
Rated: ASR · Assignment · Sci-fi · #1668585
The creatue's death
"But soon, " I cried "I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these buring miseris will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumohantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames.The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell."
I leaped to the ice raft next to the vessale and it soon was clear that my one hope of love from my creator and his other beings was gone. Mankind had taken everything from me and left me to die alone. In the Sorrows of Werter, Werter had killed him self, I soon begain to wonder if that was my fate. Reflecting the events in my life has sunk me into the lowesr dejection.

Mankind always screamed in terror for my appernce was harrific to them, same with the one to become my wife, However the blind man was one my benafactor. They all called me a monster when the true monster was the human brain. If one person could look at me and take the time to know me, mabey one will not find me so bad. I had done nothing to them but the have taken away everything, so I respond in anger, but is that wrong? To be a fallen angel of dispare? Am I a monster for being anamaited from lifeless tissue, I do not know the awnsers to the qestions locked in my head.

Where will the remaining hours of thought take me, a solution, sadness, or suisude? I remain on the ice raft but, i seem to be reaching warmeer water and soon mabey land! finding land would fill me with joy, for I my find a man once like the blind man. I have been starving for two months the pains grow to a poin of pain beond imagen. I have forgoten most of my travles but I have not forgotten the one named Dr.Frankenstein. my hated creator who has disowend me as his creation.

I now see land before me, I cannot walk thogh. Months without food had almost reduced me to what I once perviously have been. nothing but a lifeless pile of decaying flesh. I have came to the conclusion that I am to die. I screem for help but no one comes. I lay on the ground, helpless. An old man came to me and felt my face. He guided his hand of warmth to my cheech. The warmth is of nothing I have ever felt. It felt of love and compassion. He carried me to a hut, and layed me on a pile of hay next to a few cattle. the old man sat at the end of the bed and prayed. I felt cold, and i could not move. It was time for mankind's wish to come true and I will die in the hands of the man who had created me, For the old man was Frankenstien.
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