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    The passage from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley describes the moment when Victor Frankenstein brings his creature to life. Through vivid imagery and descriptive language, Shelley creates an atmosphere of horror and revulsion. The creature's yellow skin barely covers its muscles and arteries. Its black hair, teeth, and lips contrast starkly with its watery eyes and shriveled complexion, filling Frankenstein with agony and inability to endure its monstrous form. Frankenstein flees from the room and is later awakened from a nightmare by the creature looming over his bed, its jaws open in a ghastly grin.

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    The passage from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley describes the moment when Victor Frankenstein brings his creature to life. Through vivid imagery and descriptive language, Shelley creates an atmosphere of horror and revulsion. The creature's yellow skin barely covers its muscles and arteries. Its black hair, teeth, and lips contrast starkly with its watery eyes and shriveled complexion, filling Frankenstein with agony and inability to endure its monstrous form. Frankenstein flees from the room and is later awakened from a nightmare by the creature looming over his bed, its jaws open in a ghastly grin.

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    The passage from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley describes the moment when Victor Frankenstein brings his creature to life. Through vivid imagery and descriptive language, Shelley creates an atmosphere of horror and revulsion. The creature's yellow skin barely covers its muscles and arteries. Its black hair, teeth, and lips contrast starkly with its watery eyes and shriveled complexion, filling Frankenstein with agony and inability to endure its monstrous form. Frankenstein flees from the room and is later awakened from a nightmare by the creature looming over his bed, its jaws open in a ghastly grin.

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    AP Literature and Composition

    Timed Prose Essay

    Directions: Read the following prompt and write a well-organized essay that addresses all parts
    of the question.

    Prompt:

    Read the following passage from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and, in a well-organized essay
    explain how the author uses literary devices such as diction, imagery, syntax and tone to create a
    pervasive atmosphere of horror in the passage.

    It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.


    With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around
    me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was
    already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle
    was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light, I saw the dull
    yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard and a convulsive motion agitated its
    limbs.

    How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how to delineate the wretch
    whom with such infinite pains and care I have endeavoured to form? His limbs were in
    proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful ! Great God ! His
    yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a
    lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only
    formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same color
    as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shriveled complexion and straight
    black lips.

    Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room and
    continued a long time traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep.
    At length lassitude succeeded to the tumult I had before endured, and I threw myself on
    the bed in my clothes, endeavouring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness. But it was in
    vain; I slept, indeed, but I was disturbed by wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth, in
    the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I
    embraced her, but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue
    of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead
    mother in my arms; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in
    the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my
    forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed; when, by the dim and
    yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the
    wretch – the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed;
    and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he
    muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have
    spoken, but I did not hear; one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I
    escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuse in the courtyard belonging belonging to the
    house which I inhabited, where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and
    down in the greatest agitation, listening attentively, catching and fearing each sound as if
    it were to announce the approach of the demoniacal corpse to which I had so miserably
    given life.

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