This was when short story I wrote about my frankenstuffie. Unfortunately the formatting didn’t come with the story so I apologize if it is a little hard to read.
Brad was bedridden in his family’s home. His condition had worsened. Brad had nearly been given up on. His sister was the only one pushing for them to help him. Brad’s parents thought of one solution. To bring him to town to look for someone to help. They carried him into the city and hoped someone was here, but they only found a crazed old man, claiming to be able to help. All that he asked of the family is that they trust that it was the only way to guarantee his health after the fact. “He may not look the same as when you last saw him, knowing this, are you still willing to do this?” The old man asked Brad’s parents reluctantly agreed, trusting the old man at his shaky words alone… Brad woke up. He was in a bedroom, but not that of his old, worn one. The room he had just woken up in was much larger and had fancy patterns dotted across the walls, with a glass chandelier in the shape of diamonds, and his bed had curtains. After he had taken in the new room, he remembered the old man’s words. “This must be his house! I didn’t think that old fart was rich.” Brad thought to himself. It was only then that he realized. His body felt… different. He looked down at his hands, only to see that they weren’t his own. These weren’t the hands of a farm rat, they were the hands of a frog! He looked frantically around the room, and caught sight of a mirror. He walked up to it slowly, noticing that his feet at least felt the same. He gazed into the mirror fearfully, waiting to see that he had been transformed into a monster. However, the only differences he saw were his arms and his… head. HIS HEAD WAS FROM A WHALE! Brad stormed out of the room in search of the man who had done this. When he left the bedroom, he was met with a great hall. He walked slowly, aimlessly trying to find where he was going. He entered a dining room of sorts and found the man eating. “Oh, you’re awake, Well? What do you think?” The old man asked with an exited tone. Brad was furious, “How could you do this to me?!” “This was the only way for you to have survived. You had fallen ill because the flesh in your brain was in the beginning stages of infection. And you better count your lucky stars because I happened to have those hybrid parts laying around.” Said the old man looking pleased with himself. “Well, what’s with these hands then?” Brad was confused. “Oh, those old things, your arms looked frail and weak, so I gave you new ones. They are stronger, faster, and more precise than your old paws.” “Well I suppose it’s good that I’m up to good health again. I should go back to my family’s farm.” “Very well, I do hope you can use the extra brainpower I gave you with that head of yours.” And so the old man had one of his well fitted servants escort Brad back to his home. He knocked on the door, but right before he could see it open, he woke up. He had been living the same dream of his childhood for over a year now, and was wondering what the cause could be, but no matter, because there was still much work to do on the farm. Three years later, his parents finally decided that was the last straw. He had been neglecting his job to make some stupid useless invention with the scraps he found around the farm. “It came to me in a dream!” He would say, but his parents wouldn’t listen. He was kicked out of his home with only the clothes on his back, exiled from the family he held so dear. He quickly found a job as blacksmith’s assistant and got enough money to afford bits and parts for his preferred career, inventor. This was the career he could make his dreams come true literally. Brad had been using his new hands and head for years now, and understood the advantages he was given. He had stopped having dreams of new inventions as of late, and was unable to make anything fun or useful anymore. But he had an idea. One that could end his unmotivated, and unproductive times. He still had the prototypes of all of his inventions and can still remember the dreams clearly, thanks to the old man from some years ago. He wondered what became of him. But that was for another time, he looked through his inventions, and found parts he thought would be interesting to put together. At first he remembered an old children’s toy, a string with cups on either end. He decided he would do everything he could to improve it. Weeks were spent in the workshop with little to no sleep, all from his motivation to create something of his own. Two long months later, he emerged from his workshop, contraption in hand. It was a weird machine, like a small horn attached to a wooden plate with coiled wires coming from the closed end of the horn. When he went to sell it in his battered storefront, he had made two. A wealthy man approached the invention. “What is this curious contraption?” Asked the wealthy man. “This, sir, is my newest invention, the telephone.” Brad answered “Well, what does it do?” “It converts the sound put into it into an electric current, which is sent to the other telephone and recreated using the signal provided.” Brad explained proudly. “Hmmm. A curious device indeed. Shall I test it out?” “Sure!” The men took a few steps back, and Brad spoke into the bell of the telephone. “Hello, can you hear me?” Brad was hopeful. “Oh yes! Very impressive, I shall take them both, and expect more customers, this is a very useful machine!” The wealthy man said as he left with the pair of telephones. As Brad made more in his workshop, he thought about his new machine and its future as a product. Maybe in the distant future, this could be used without the wires, and maybe even commonplace. He wanted to revolutionize the communication between people. But little did he know yet. He already had. As the days flew by, he began to see more customers asking for his device. But he suddenly remembered his family, barely making ends meet in their farm. Brad turned down the pricey offers for the machine and he went to where his parent’s large farm once stood, but it was no longer home to any animals, only a few withering crops and a small cottage. He knocked on the door. Just like that dream he had once forgotten, but this time the door opened, and he was greeted by his sister. “Where are mother and father?” Brad asked, he felt a lump forming in his throat even before she could say anything,. Tears staring to form in his eyes, but he held them back, hoping to appear strong in front of his sister. “They passed on only a year after you left for the city,” She said with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” “How could you be? They kicked you out.” “Well, thats actually why I’m here. I sold one of my most recent inventions to a wealthy man and have lots of money to improve our lives. I thought that they might take me back, I guess that’s just not possible anymore,” Brad was beginning to cry. All he wanted his whole life alone was to have his parents accept him. His sister was there for him this time though. “Could I move back in here with you? I can’t leave again knowing you’re the only one left. All I need is a small workshop outside.” Brad offered, hoping she would accept him once again. “It would certainly make it less lonely here.” She had given her answer. “I have a dream…” Brad said thoughtfully. He was going to make long distance communication instant.
