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The Only Way Out

What did I do to people for them to look at me this way?

It’s 2018 and people still victimize me to this day

They look at me with disgust and as different

Even my own mother looks at me like this


You see, I am woman but was once a man

I always knew I was Catwoman and not Batman

But even I was frightened by the thought of this

And once I said it out loud, it terrified everyone else


The first person I told was my mother

She was not happy, she got angry and yelled slur

I was kicked out of my home and shunned

When we crossed paths, not a word would be said


I get stared at, pointed at and laughed at

What is it? Is there something on me? Is it a rat?

Parents see me, grab their children and walk faster

I wish they would not judge me, I am actually friendly


My mother also gets taunted for having a daughter like me

Or should I say “son”? Since that is what I’m supposed to be

She can’t handle all the humiliation and decides to hang

I killed my mother because of who I truly am


I have lost a lot of family and friends

Hopefully someday we can all make amends

But for now, I am all on my own

And once they all find out, they all go running


I have finally completed the process of transition

For many, though, I look like a failed mutation

Monster, tranny, he-she, and he

Are things I get called almost every day


I am human––NO I am a woman

But I am not sure anymore if I can handle this oppression

People are just not accustomed to people like me

However, even the small words hurt


Life would just be better if I would just disappear

Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here

I am an outcast, I am weird because of who I truly am

And now I am ashamed of that, I am ashamed of myself


“Ew you nasty tranny, go use the men’s restroom”

Someone in the women’s restroom says, I began to fume

No words come out so I run out, tears running down my cheeks

Why are people so mean and so rude? Words hurt


“I can’t do this anymore,” I say to myself over and over

I run to my car and speed home in my Range Rover

Knocking down everything that is in my way, I run to my room

And I open the drawer to my nightstand, there it is


Who knew that I would cause so many problems?

I didn’t think it would get to this point, wish this didn’t have to be the outcome

There it was staring back at me, it is the only way out

I know this will make all my troubles go away


I grab the cold heavy metal object up to my skull

To everyone who has been cruel, this is for you, hope you are cheerful

All of this pain and suffering because of who I truly am

Hopefully this time my mother welcomes me with open arms.  Continue reading

Samantha Shapiro


Even while having read the novel prior, I still see much of and thus associate Frankenstein’s creation as “Frankenstein,” a green, hulking, bolt-necked monster. Lately, around September, even as early as August, we begin to see the monster come out in time for one spooky October night, in the form of cheap costumes and lawn decorations.

As a standard of Halloween, the monster’s appearance as a green giant is shattered with a rereading of Shelley’s original novel, with a recounting from Victor Frankenstein noting the creature’s “yellow skin…[hair] a lustrous black…a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, his shriveled complexion and straight black lips” (Shelley, 59-60). This, as we learn, egotistical scientist turned to taking dead body parts from the “unhallowed damps of the grave, …dissecting room and slaughter-house” (57-58). In reading Shelley’s Frankenstein, the standard “Frankenstein myth,” or, a horrifying monster coming to eat your children loses its superficial appearance when faced with descriptive lines including some horrifying actions. Rather than keep up the image, likely popularized by the classic horror adaptations’ perspectives, the novel instead tells a tale about a complex creation.

After reading the novel, there are many elements of a sort of horror, but a more psychological, deeper horror rather than have the focus of a scary child-murderer. The eeriness of Frankenstein’s creature lies in its almost human, but more so human-like being, as well as the connection it has towards death and life, or animation and decay.

Our common depictions now show it as a threat, a monster some poor villagers in the backwoods of Europe threw their pitchforks at, something universally feared.


Although physically, it is presented as terrifying, the creature is terrifying to Frankenstein due to the implications of creation it brings, the guilt of creating something that shouldn’t exist (59). His conflict in creating something animated, perhaps even seen as alive, was a terrifying concept, bringing together life and death, and breaking an almost hallowed tie between the “corruption of death…to the blooming cheek of life” (55). The modern standing of Frankenstein’s monster, fitting into the myth of a horrible, scary monster is due to the appearance of it, but also our uneasiness towards it as a general dislike for something that shouldn’t be there.






The Doctor is in the House

“Good night Dr Frankenstein.” Victor Frankenstein looked up absently. “Ah good night Margaret, take care in that storm. Drive safely, dear.” “Of course Doctor. You take care too.” Victor smiled tightly and nodded. He bent his head as the gaggle of nurses bustled down the corridor. Snippets of their hushed whispers floated towards him. “Such a serious young man.” “Works far too hard, always overtime.” Victor scoffed quietly as he waited for their footsteps to fade. Work indeed, he thought mockingly. When he was sure the nurses had left, Victor methodically gathered up his papers, shuffling them crisply. He daintily picked up his pens and tucked them precisely into his lab coat. Finally ready, he gave a cursory glance around the deserted hospital office, warily checking for any stragglers. Satisfied, he moved to the main desk and expertly lifted a trap panel. Eyes glinting, he reached in and pulled out a large rustic key that was quite incongruous with the modern hospital interior. He quickly walked out of the office with his step light and eager. As he strode down the polished linoleum corridor, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window. He paused uncertainly. Victor did not quite recognise himself. He remembered himself as a slight youth, always neatly groomed with a pleasant albeit nervous demeanour. The face that stared back was that of a gaunt man, unshaven with a manic gleam in his eye. His usually meticulous hair was tousled and quite honestly he thought, he looked deranged.

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Giving himself a shake, he started out of his reverie. He had more important matters to attend to. Traversing down a musty stairwell, he navigated through the pitch black till he came to a steel door. Swiping his doctor’s credentials, the heavy door chimed merrily and swung open. Victor ducked through the steel frame familiarly and deftly pulled the key from his pocket, slotting it easily through the next door in line. This door was less willing. After jiggling the key roughly and cursing roundly, the door reluctantly gave way. Still scowling, he walked gingerly into the darkness and groped for a tiny switch on the wall. As the hum of fluorescence began and light flooded the room, Victor couldn’t help the thrill of excitement that shot through him. He gazed intently at a table in the middle of the dank room. There lay his most wondrous creation. Circling around the table, his breath stopped. Magnificent. The best parts. The perfect human. Victor marvelled at his ingenuity. The hospital morgue had been the perfect place. He had browsed countless corpses, picking and choosing as if he were at the butcher for the choicest cuts. This thigh. This lady’s eyes. His kidneys. It had all yielded this. He stroked the lax brow affectionately. “ Soon my child.” He whispered lovingly. Grasping two clamps, he attached them firmly to his crowning glory. He stared intently at the being, his hand poised over the life-giving switch. Smirking, he permitted himself a one liner, “Time of life: 10.21pm” He flipped the switch and gasped. The body convulsed horribly, spasming and contorting unnaturally as blue shots of lightening ran through the cables. Victor hurriedly switched off the current. He stood perfectly still, his heart in his mouth. Nothing. Victor tore his gaze away from the lifeless form as angry tears sprang to his eyes. “No.” he whispered brokenly. He turned away and began shuffling dejectedly out of the room. There would be time enough tomorrow to clear his wretched failure. Behind him, the table creaked softly. Victor froze, the hairs on his neck standing erect. He turned his head slowly and from the corner of his eye he saw it. A huge, towering mass hulked over the table. They locked gazes for the first time, Creator and Creature. In that moment Victor felt a dread he had never known. Regret, horror and disgust all rose up from the depths of his being and threatened to overcome him. The Creature stared back, a mean intelligence in its hazy eyes. It straightened uncertainly to it s full form. Victor watched in sheer terror as it unfolded it powerful limbs. “You, you…” he stuttered. “Live.” The Creature smiled triumphantly, his dark eyes holding Victor’s pale ones. The world spun around Victor Frankenstein he rushed into the encroaching oblivion.Unknown-2Review

To the Publisher,

In the crafting of this piece, I chose to mimic the scene where Frankenstein first creates the monster. I chose the setting of a hospital because it was realistic and fit in quite well with the themes of science and medicine. I also felt that portraying Victor as a doctor was a good fit because his knowledge of the human body would be expansive and would justify his abnormal interest in the human body. As to the writing style, I tried to add a more modern tone to piece whilst keeping the formality that Shelley employs. The point of this piece was to retell a classic scene with a more present day twist, whilst still trying to retain the more rustic tone. This can be seen through the keys and doors I tried to implement, using both electronic cards and the more traditional key. I also wrote the piece in third person subjective to allow a broader scope of the environment that did not impede the audience with overwhelming bias. In the portrayal of the creature, I chose to make him more aware of his self during this scene to exaggerate the loss of control Victor faces over this seemingly invincible creation. I kept Victor fairly similar to his portrayal, with his arrogance and mania being very much apparent in his interactions with others. In the end, I hope I remained true to the novel whilst imparting my own touch of modernism and interpretation of this crucial scene.


Astra Sharma