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edith-foah · 3 years

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This is literally just adding on to the ending of Marry Shellys Frankenstein.

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Hope anyone who reads likes :D

The Creature bursts into the cabin, startling Walton and a dying Victor who coughs in surprise at the sudden intrusion. His eyes widen at the sight of the creature, not having seen it in so long. He can feel anger brewing inside of him quickly, soon turning into a blinding rage, he struggles to get up but his exhaustion holds him against the ratty mattress. The only thing he can do is grimace in disgust at the biggest mistake of his life.

“Walton, kill him.” Gasped Victor, who had propped himself up on one elbow.

“Kill him now, before he kills you.”

The creature stares blankly at Walton before slowly walking toward him. The creature towers over Walton who gulps slowly, eyes shakily tracing the creature's body up and up until he stares upon a pale face with hard black eyes.

“Leave.” The one whispered word has Walton shaken, and he hastily steps toward the door with a backward glance at a stricken Victor. He closes the door behind him, and falls back against it. He places his ear against the wood to try and hear the conversation, or brutal final fight that was about to ensue.

The creature looks down at Victor who stares back up at him with hatred, seething silently and clenching his fist. The creature ignores him for a second, looking around the cabin with a blank gaze searching for a chair. Finding one, he drags it slowly across the floorboards causing a nasty screech which in turn has Victor fliching. The creature places the chair beside Victor and slowly lowers himself into it. He struggles to make himself comfortable, his long limbs shifting for several seconds before finally settling down. He looks down at Victor, and upon seeing his bewildered expression sighs.

“You are sick.” Victor blinks before sneering at him. He leans in as far as he can in the creature's face before snarling.

“I hate you.” Spittle flies from Victor's mouth landing on the creature, who reaches up a hand to wipe it away, before stilling and droppin it back to his lap. The creature leans away from him and looks down at his creator. He looks pathetic, the creature thinks. He takes in dark rings, greasy hair, ghoulish skin, and yellowing teeth. He smells of death. The creature's eye flinches, and he leans back forward.

“I know, I am not overly fond of you either.”

Victor laughs blithely, staring him down hard. A few moments of silence pass between the two.

“I gave you everything.” Victor started.

“I gave you life, I gave you-”

““A prison!” The creature suddenly snapped. Standing up quickly knocking the chair over and pacing before the stunned man.

“You chained me, whipped me, tortured me! You can't see the scars you left me because they are in my head, and I will always feel them. Staring at them when I close my eyes. Everything I did, I did because I wanted you to feel what you did to me. A sliver of the pain that you inflicted on me. I never asked for this! For life! I did not want this wretched existence but it was thrust upon me. Given to me with your loving arms.” The last part was said so sarcastically that Victor was momentarily stunned into silence. Victor looked up at the pacing creature, this monster dare…

Victor took a deep breath to bade his anger and to steady himself. He propped back up and looked at the creature stopping his endless walk.

“You were supposed to be perfect. A miracle, of modern science but you weren't. You were a monster. A freak of nature. I knew as soon as I looked into your cold dead eyes that I had made a ghastly mistake. A mistake that I will have to live with for the rest of my life.”

“A short life that is Victor. Whereas mine will be long and torturous. Everyday I will be reminded of your hateful gaze. My creator! You despise me and I hate you for it but I still…

“You still what?” The creature turns to Victor, his eyes flashing with anger and self loathing.

“I still need you”

“Leach”

“Perhaps.”

Victor suddenly spasmed, his lungs hacking up blood and snot. He turned to his side, back facing the creature as he valiantly tried to catch his breath again. A few minutes passes, with Victors coughing slowing down, and the creature continues his pacing. Seemingly paying no mind to the dying human in front of him. His mine elsewhere as he placed one foot after the other going in circles. Finally, when Victor manages to catch his breath he weakly whispers, “Are you going to kill me now.” His eyes are unfocused with fever, anger still tainting his breath like whiskey. The creature looks at him, with eyes almost sad and says quietly, “I don't have too.”

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edith-foah · 3 years

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I have no idea what I’m doing I literally just joined tumblr so idk.

Here is some writing with gay undertones 😩

Do with it what you will

Cold night in Vegas

The woman was a figure of ghostly beauty, her white satin night gown blowing in the wind softly like a delicate flower. She shone like a coin in the night, a different kind a light than the neon ones surrounding her. It was a cold night in Las Vegas, especially on the rooftop where she stood. She gazed down upon the colored buildings and bustling streets of the city of sin. She then cast her gaze upward away from the warmth of those lights into the coldness of space. It was a full moon, it’s bright white light like a reflection of her in that moment. Her and the moon were one. Cold and far away. She stepped closer to the moon, her hand and reaching out desperately, trying to latch on to that cold light. Unknowingly her feet stepped closer and closer to the edge of the rooftop. She was transfixed, a spell had come over her. The moon led her closer and closer to the edge, the wind picked up and screamed at her to stop. Further and further she stepped, her eyes unfocused and glassy, only taking in one sight, until finally, one foot hit air. She tilted and...

A warm had wrapped around her wrist twisting her violently away from the edge. The spell was broken and she gasped polluted air.

Her and the figure rolled onto the concrete roof, away from the edge. The woman in white sat up, brushing her blond hair away from her face and gazing down at the person who rescued her. A familiar face, covered in tears. The woman in white looked down in concern, brushing the tears off the figures face and holding them up too see closer. “Why must you cry dear?” The figure in white asked, looking back down at the woman underneath her.

Said woman reached up and quickly switched positions. The woman in white flinched as hard concrete met her bare back. “I’m not the one who is crying” the savior said brushing tears away from the woman in white.

“Sylvia... what was I doing, why was I up here?” The woman in white was afraid.

The woman in white was picked up swiftly and taken into the arms of the other. She was pressed close to the others chest. Sylvia was afraid those phantom steps might take her close to the edge again. She did not trust her to walk on her own.

The woman in white was taken down red carpeted steps and into a small room below. A room filled silence.

They lay in bed together, staring into each other’s tear rimmed eyes.

Too close a call.

It wouldn’t happen again.

Sylvia held the woman in white close.

Luna was her name. Like the moon she was bathed in silver light tonight.

They held each other through the night. Afraid. Fearing the dark.

When they awoke they spoke hushed words of comfort and apologizes.

It would not happen again.

Luna was sweet in the morning. The sickly silver light of the moon was gone, replaced by a morning glow. A hand was pressed into her face, lightly tracing the pillow marks left there. Luna put her hand over Sylvias, pressing hard.

It would not happen again.

#gay love #writing #i’m new at this #bookworm #pretty woman #magical #short story

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