Frankenstein, Mary Shelley Horror Prose (fiction)

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley Horror Prose (fiction)

Frankenstein, Mary Shelley Horror Prose (fiction)

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.
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.
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.

Hamlet, William Shakespeare Drama Tragedy

Hamlet, William Shakespeare Drama Tragedy
Hamlet, William Shakespeare Drama Tragedy

Enter Barnardo and Francisco

BARNARDO Who's there?

FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO Long live the king!
FRANCISCO Barnardo?
BARNARDO He.
FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.
BARNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve: get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
BARNARDO Have you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.
BARNARDO Well, goodnight.
Enter Barnardo and Francisco

BARNARDO Who's there?

FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO Long live the king!
FRANCISCO Barnardo?
BARNARDO He.
FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.
BARNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve: get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
BARNARDO Have you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.
BARNARDO Well, goodnight.
Enter Barnardo and Francisco

BARNARDO Who's there?

FRANCISCO Nay, answer me: stand and unfold yourself.
BARNARDO Long live the king!
FRANCISCO Barnardo?
BARNARDO He.
FRANCISCO You come most carefully upon your hour.
BARNARDO 'Tis now struck twelve: get thee to bed, Francisco.
FRANCISCO For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
BARNARDO Have you had quiet guard?
FRANCISCO Not a mouse stirring.
BARNARDO Well, goodnight.

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind, Yuval Noah Harari Prose (non-fiction)

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind, Yuval Noah Harari Prose (non-fiction)
Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind, Yuval Noah Harari Prose (non-fiction)

About 3.8 billion years ago, on a planet called Earth, certain molecules combined to form particularly
large and intricate structures called organisms. The story of organisms is called biology. About 70,000
years ago, organisms belonging to the species Homo sapiens started to form even more elaborate
structures called cultures. The subsequent development of these human cultures is called history.
About 3.8 billion years ago, on a planet called Earth, certain molecules combined to form particularly
large and intricate structures called organisms. The story of organisms is called biology. About 70,000
years ago, organisms belonging to the species Homo sapiens started to form even more elaborate
structures called cultures. The subsequent development of these human cultures is called history.
About 3.8 billion years ago, on a planet called Earth, certain molecules combined to form particularly
large and intricate structures called organisms. The story of organisms is called biology. About 70,000
years ago, organisms belonging to the species Homo sapiens started to form even more elaborate
structures called cultures. The subsequent development of these human cultures is called history.
 The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost Poetry
The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost Poetry
The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost Poetry

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Then took the other, as just as fair,
And sorry I could not travel both And having perhaps the better claim,
And be one traveler, long I stood Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
And looked down one as far as I could Though as for that the passing there
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Had worn them really about the same.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Then took the other, as just as fair,
And sorry I could not travel both And having perhaps the better claim,
And be one traveler, long I stood Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
And looked down one as far as I could Though as for that the passing there
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Had worn them really about the same.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Then took the other, as just as fair,
And sorry I could not travel both And having perhaps the better claim,
And be one traveler, long I stood Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
And looked down one as far as I could Though as for that the passing there
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Had worn them really about the same.

Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien Fantasy Prose (fiction)

Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien Fantasy Prose (fiction)
Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien Fantasy Prose (fiction)
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the
wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house,
but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed,
and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be
overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was
borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the
world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the
grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed.
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the
wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house,
but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed,
and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be
overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was
borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the
world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the
grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed.
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the
wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house,
but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed,
and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be
overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was
borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the
world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the
grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed.

The Time Machine, H.G. Wells Science fiction Prose (fiction)

The Time Machine, H.G. Wells Science fiction Prose (fiction)
The Time Machine, H.G. Wells Science fiction Prose (fiction)

"Certainly," said the Time Traveller, stooping to light a spill at the fire. Then he turned, lighting his pipe,
to look at the Psychologist's face. (The Psychologist, to show that he was not unhinged, helped himself
to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.) "What is more, I have a big machine nearly finished in there"-he
indicated the laboratory-"and when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account."
"You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future?" said Filby.
"Into the future or the past-I don't, for certain, know which."
"Certainly," said the Time Traveller, stooping to light a spill at the fire. Then he turned, lighting his pipe,
to look at the Psychologist's face. (The Psychologist, to show that he was not unhinged, helped himself
to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.) "What is more, I have a big machine nearly finished in there"-he
indicated the laboratory-"and when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account."
"You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future?" said Filby.
"Into the future or the past-I don't, for certain, know which."
"Certainly," said the Time Traveller, stooping to light a spill at the fire. Then he turned, lighting his pipe,
to look at the Psychologist's face. (The Psychologist, to show that he was not unhinged, helped himself
to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.) "What is more, I have a big machine nearly finished in there"-he
indicated the laboratory-"and when that is put together I mean to have a journey on my own account."
"You mean to say that that machine has travelled into the future?" said Filby.
"Into the future or the past-I don't, for certain, know which."

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen Romance Prose (fiction)

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen Romance Prose (fiction)
Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen Romance Prose (fiction)

Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This
he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her
immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed,
and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority –
of its being a degradation – of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination,
were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very
unlikely to recommend his suit.
Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This
he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her
immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed,
and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority –
of its being a degradation – of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination,
were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very
unlikely to recommend his suit.
Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This
he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her
immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed,
and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority –
of its being a degradation – of the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination,
were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very
unlikely to recommend his suit.