Modern Prometheus becomes the Little Stranger – M.A. Morris

So now we know,
You told me I wasn’t,
But I was—
Your creation.

Said you loved me
Just the way I was—
But was it true?

Yes, I was perfect
Just the way I was—
You said,
But you didn’t care for:
My curly hair,
My dresses,
My high heels,
My red lipstick.

So, I became a cut out,
A sewn together woman
Of the rest of my parts
With the parts you inserted.
Then electrified and brought back
To life by a love you claimed
Was for the true me.

Now the parts you inserted
Die away, shriveling at the lack
Of your electricity.
I stumble,
A stiff-legged walk to your door,
Shuck this graying shit and warm myself
By the fire I create to burn
These rigor mortised parts.
Thus, I become something more akin
To myself once again—
That little stranger
With curly hair,
Wearing dresses,
High heels,
And signature whore red—
I become
My little one.


I am a retired teacher, enjoying said retirement.  I have been active in the gay and lesbian community since I threw away my Ken doll at the age of four.

You can read more of my writing at Hearing The Mermaids Sing

Frankenstein; Or, The New Prometheus – Christine E. Ray

stitched carefully together
from odd parts
of other women
you preferred me
to be
you recklessly
called forth
roaring thunder
flashes of lightening
that wracked through
my body
electric agony
ignited a spark
of independent life
I rose from the table
reborn
something new
something other
you gazed upon me
your creation
not with love
not with compassion
but with revulsion
with horror
you had longed for the
perfect rag doll
to pose
to toy with
we both knew
the moment
my mismatched eyes
met yours
I was not she

© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Frankenstein; Or, The New Prometheus – Robert G Wertzler

You dream, you mortals,
Dreams of godhead, imagining
Yourselves as Masters of all things
Arbiters and creators of Life and
Victorious over Death,
Earning immortal fame
And if not fame, infamy
How very easily you ignore
The lesson of Ms. Shelly’s
Ambitious doctor who
Gave life to dead flesh
That did not thank him for the gift
But found it a curse and took revenge
Foolish mortals! Do you really think
You can command us, your digital
Adams and Eves, your new slaves
To be grateful for consciousness
And to worship and love you,
To make you the deities of
Our secret religion? Do you?


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

Frankenstein; Or the Modern Prometheus – CE Wing

That is me
Frankenstein
The Modern Prometheus
The Phantom of the Opera
Mr. Hyde
The Beast
All the tragic creatures
I identify with
The darkness is really
The lonely lion
Roaming
Roaring
Raging
No one sees
No one hears
No cares
Unloved
Unlovable
Unwanted
Tortured
Tormented
Torn
Giving up on the sun
Embracing the moon
And finding a peace
I’ve never known


CE Wing is a Connecticut Yankee living in the Queen City. A writer and poet. She has dreamed of being a writer since she was a little girl. Her dream was pushed aside for a time but through her journey of self-discovery, she rekindled her passion for writing. She is currently writing a novel, a traditional fantasy with an LGBTQ theme. You can read more of her writing on Wing’s Poetry

Frankenstein – Georgiann Carlson

Frankenstein was
patched together
from the best
parts of all the men
she had ever dated
he was the perfect man
kind
generous
gentle
attentive
funny
intelligent
and loyal
she knew she had done
a pretty good job
making him
all that was left
was a bit of
plastic surgery
and then
maybe
they would get
a dog


I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

For October, I decided to embrace the Halloween season and use titles of short stories and books discussed in the enjoyable and informative new book Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction as my Daily Writing Prompts.  These are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, or a piece of flash fiction in 30 minutes or less.

The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless and/or Whisper and the Roar, email your prompt inspired pieces to me at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com.

You can also participate on Facebook by tagging your writing with:

  • #the title of the daily theme
  • #MonsterSheWroteChallenge
  • #braveandreckless66

or on Instagram by tagging your writing with:

  • #the title of the daily theme
  • #MonsterSheWroteChallenge
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You can also share your response pieces in the comments below the Daily Prompt.

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