The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter ThreeThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Three in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezekiel Howell sat in his leather armchair, listening the sound of his assistant flipping pages from her spot on the couch. Occasionally she would “hmm” or “ahh” about something she was reading, but he was too nervous to ask what it was. So he remained tight-lipped, his body stiff against the worn leather of the armchair. He busied himself with his knitting needles, listening to the comforting ticking sound they produced. When they had been married, Emily had taught Zeke how to knit, and it had become somewhat of a hobby to him. He often returned to his needles when he was anxious or tense, and this was one of those moments.
After almost an hour of Zeke nervously knitting and Frieda reading and sipping her coffee, she finally put the notebook aside and folded her hands in thought. She looked up at Emily’s painting on the mantel, not wanting to look at her employer quite yet.
‘I wonder what you would say to all this. Your husband isn’t making th
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter FiveThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Five in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zeke blinked slowly, light streaming into his eyes. He had slept surprisingly restfully, but the morphine had long ago worn off, and the abdominal pain was back. He shifted himself into an awkward sitting position, removing the damp washcloth on his head. He reached for the cup and pitcher on his nightstand. Despite being the farthest thing from hungry, he was terribly thirsty, and downed several cups of water in a short moment. He could feel he’d slept off most of the fever, but there was a persistent fatigue that filled his body. Zeke knew that, if it weren’t for the obstinate pain in his abdomen, he could’ve laid back down, passed out immediately, and slept for several more hours. He swallowed a fourth cup of water before replacing the pitcher and tin mug. He picked up his pocket watch, clicked it open, and discovered it was already ten o’clock. Placing the watch back on the table, he removed the blanket and sheets over his abdomen. Bracing himself for someth
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter SixThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Six in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ezekiel stood outside of the small house that was settled near the coastline of Geneva, New York. Despite the cool weather, he was sweating profusely. He pulled anxiously at his collar, his tie now feeling as though it were strangling him. His neatly flattened hair was beginning to stick up in long red strands, affected by his bodily humidity alone. He knocked shakily a second time against the wood of the door. Zeke felt sweat forming in his palm as he continued to grasp the small bouquet he’d brought with him. Emily may have been different, but she was still a lady. Ladies liked flowers, or so Zeke had surmised, so he brought along some roses.
‘Roses are her favorite flower. She’ll love them.’ He thought when he’d bought them, trying to reassure himself about this gift.
He had intended to escort her on a date, their nuptials nearing ever closer. They’d had no further encounter since their meeting on the beach, with the exception of sever
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter TwoThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Two in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Frieda fanned herself in the blazing heat, stomping up the front steps of the porch. Even outside of the populated cities, New York’s summers were brutal, and women’s fashion was thick and layered.
“Please let me in today.” She panted to herself, already dreading the walk back home.
Using the brass knocker, she banged against the door. She refused to let herself in this time. She waited, listening carefully for Dr. Howell’s presence. After several minutes, and another round of knocking, she heard shuffling footsteps behind the wood. She heard the clunk of a lock, then the door swung open to reveal Zeke standing in the doorway. His hair was combed to the best ability and he was clean shaven, his clothes were fresh, and he even looked rested. He was dressed in his usual dark green vest and white button shirt, cuffed at the elbows, and pants tailored to better fit his shorter height. In Frieda’s private opinion, his appearance was similar to the drawing
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter FourThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Four in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Carefully, carefully…” Zeke mumbled to himself.
Holding the test tube over the beaker, Dr. Howell was steadily letting small droplets drip into the transparent substance that puddled at the bottom of the container. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a summer storm blowing in. Rain began to splatter against the window pane, but Zeke remained obsessively focused. He heard his front door unlock, bang open, and slam shut.
“Made it! Barely made it! Just starting to drizzle.” Frieda called from the door.
Zeke noted that she sounded quite winded, and assumed she’d been trying to outrun the storm.
“So, last night I was-” Frieda started, but Dr. Howell threw his hand up to stop her talking.
He didn’t turn away from his task, which was frustrating for Frieda, who was admittedly used to this treatment.
“Dr. Howell, I really must-”
His splayed hand turned into a firm index finger, continuing to drip the liquid. Frieda sighed, irritat
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter SevenThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I still don’t fully understand why we need Carla’s input.” Zeke grumbled.
He folded his arms, not unlike a pouting child. It being only the second day of postoperative recovery, he was still in a great deal of discomfort, but Zeke could feel himself healing. He was slightly less tired than before, and though the abdominal pain was still persistent, the former was still progress in his mind.
“Carla’s a professional, and she knows what she’s talking about. I realize you do as well, but you’ve never dealt with surgery before, and neither have I. She has.” Frieda said, gently squeezing his shoulder.
“I’m right here. I can hear everything you’re saying.” Carla said, scowling at Zeke with pure contempt.
Carla sat on a wooden stool at his bedside, still completely clueless as to what her wife and Zeke were conspiring on. Despite this, she was bound to her profession as doctor, and intended to help in any way she co
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Frieda Asterson stared up at the dilapidated mansion, wondering what horrors awaited her inside. She should have been prepared for whatever was behind the front door, but her guard was down after being away for several days. She took a deep breath, gathering her inner strength, and stepped out of the carriage.
“Need any help, miss?” The hansom-cab driver asked.
“I’m fine. How much is the fare?” She asked him, gathering her belongings.
“I’ll make it an even two dollars. I don’t usually drive out this far.” He responded.
Frieda fished into her purse, pulled out the bills, and handed them to the kindly cabbie.
“I’m sorry to make you come all this way, but I didn’t have any other means of transportation. I appreciate your flexibility.” She said, shouldering her bag.
“Don’t worry about it. Are you sure you’ll be alright?” The driver said, looking questionably at the looming house.
The Scientist's Experiment: Chapter EightThe Scientist's Experiment: Chapter Eight in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Zeke hunched over the microscope, focusing intently on the petri dish underneath. Though day four of the fertilization process seemed to be going well, he still felt extremely lost. A month had passed since the date of the procedure, but the formula that would be aiding his body throughout the gestation was still incomplete. Despite taking quite a few blood samples from his reluctant assistant, synthesizing the female chemicals was turning out to be a lot more difficult than he’d planned. The weeks that passed since the stitches had been removed were interesting indeed, Ezekiel’s emotions ranging from victory-filled ecstasy, to fits of despair and rage, which was the first sign he was back to normal. Many more episodes of Frieda being locked out of the house had occurred, which was something she was sadly used to by this point. She simply let him carry on with his flights of obsession. There were points Dr. Howell even considered putting a stop his research, ripping his not
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The Scientist’s Experiment
Type of Writing: Novella/Third-Person Omniscient
Plot: Set in the late 1800s, Dr. Zeke Howell dreams of being a world famous scientist. He’s brilliant beyond his time, but his experiments and ideas are deemed demented and impossible, and he is seen as a crackpot in the eyes of the local villagers. He lives secluded in his mansion a little outside of town, and his only friend is his paid assistant, Frieda. In need of an heir and desperate to attract the attention of the science community, the doctor decides to try one last experiment that may be life or death. By inventing the world’s first artificial womb, Zeke plans on making history by being the world’s first man to carry a child to term, enduring the most dangerous medical trial of the 19th century. (Author’s Note: Reading this story will require a great bit of suspension of disbelief. Though I tried my hardest to get everything accurate, some things may seem a bit farfe