| Monday, October 6, 2008 |
| Lord of The Flies by William Golding #12 |
Chapter 12 - Cry of the Hunters
If Only. by Jack
Ralph thinks that he's better than me, huh? Well yeah right. I got everybody in my tribe, and how many in Ralph's? None! Nada. I'm better than him and my tribe is better! We dance and cheer and hunt for pigs. We all have a good time and I make living on this island much better. I've got Simon and Piggy murdered, and my next target is Ralph. Hah. He thinks he can run away from me, huh? Nope! My plan kind of worked. Ralph would go to Samneric to talk to them and I'd find out where Ralph is. But Samneric wouldn't tell me! I attempted to torture them, but I guess Ralph probably ran away in the jungle so I set it on fire to smoke him out. He tried to hide away from me. I guess he ran away from the ululation of our hunters scared him away. But anyways, I saw him and tried to fight him. As soon as we almost killed him, he hid away and a naval officer that had a white drill and epaulettes and he found us on the island and finally rescued us. I wanted to get rescued, but I mean, why now? Why couldn't we kill Ralph first? Ralph doesn't need to be rescued! We all can live without him, now can't we? I wanted to pull a diddle on him.. Aghh.. So that's the end of the power I gained on this island.. And we all left with distended stomaches.. |
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| Sunday, October 5, 2008 |
| Lord of The Flies by William Golding #11 |
Chapter 11 - Castle Rock
I Want To Go Home Already! by Ralph
This island is so delirious. Everything is getting out of control! If only there was some cessation of this nonsense already. I want to go home already! I'm tired of everything. We tried going to Jack's campsite but instead his silly followers told us to leave. I tried blowing the conch if anything would work.. But I guess it's just useless now. Only Piggy and Samneric would join the assembly. Anyways, Jack told me to leave but I demanded Piggy's glasses back. Of course, knowing him, he just attacked me and we fought. I just wanted the specs back so we could start a fire and just get rescued already!! Instead he takes Samneric away.. What the heck man..
Jack is just something else. If only I could just kill him. I hate him. What is up with him.. He's truculent. It's like talismans wouldn't work if you used it against him. Piggy couldn't see anymore because of Jack taking his glasses away for his stupid meat. And now we can't even light a fire to get rescued. Speaking of Piggy... Oh, Piggy.. First there's Simon.. Now Piggy. He can't even see anything. It's all a blur to him. Geez. Roger had thrown a big boulder over a ledge and I knew that something worse was going to happen. I hoped the rock wouldn't hurt me. And It didn't. Instead, the rock landed on Piggy!! He fell over like forty feet, and disappeared into the sea. That was the last of him. Poor Piggy, he shouldn't of ended his life that way. Nobody even seemed to care about Piggy's death! I mean, his head opened and nasty stuff came out and it was all red. It was one of the most disgusting, cruel things I've seen.
And now I have nobody on my side. We mistakenly murdered Simon, Samneric was captured, and Piggy was now killed. Is this Jack's way of getting me to join his tribe? No. Never. I'm never going to join something like that. I just want to go home already... |
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| Thursday, October 2, 2008 |
| Lord of The Flies by William Golding #10 |
Chapter 10 - The Shell and The Glasses
There Was No Murder! by Piggy
I can't believe it! Simon! Ah... I miss him. I don't know why we did it.. but.. I don't know. I guess you can say I was caught up in the moment. The dancing, everything-- I can't believe it. It was barmy. The illumination just wasn't right. Ralph kept trying to talk to me about it, but it's just too sad. He wants to call an assembly, and talk to everyone about it- but he's not really a chief anymore. The conch is now useless. Nobody will listen to it anymore. Jack took over the island now. He has all the power. I don't want to go to Jack's tribe. It's too evil. He even tried to beat us and scare us by howling and shrieking when we were sleeping. It's mean. He tried to take away my glasses, and I know why. I thought he might have wanted the conch. You know, for the power and everything that Jack wants. But he just wanted my specs for his fire. Stupid, greedy Jack...
I don't want another incident like this to happen again. I don't want to talk about it. It's too awkward. I guess we could act like it never happened. I'm not a murderer! Well, I don't want to be one.. It's not theological. Ahh.. I want to be purged out or something. |
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| Wednesday, October 1, 2008 |
| Lord of The Flies by William Golding #9 |
Chapter 9 - A View To A Death
The Beast Is In Us by Simon
The Lord of The Flies told me that someone would get me. It could be Jack, or Roger, or Maurice, or Robert, or Bill, or Piggy, or even Ralph. What else is there to do? It's dark and my nose was bleeding. I was weak. I noticed that there was a parachute and I find an old, rotten man. This wasn't a beast that Samneric thought it was. I needed to tell everyone the news that the beast was harmless. I just saw a poor, corpulent old man lying there rotting away.
I saw a light nearby and perhaps all of the boys were there. I followed the light to tell everyone that there is no beast. Thunder struck on the island and rain was coming. It was going to rain like it did after we landed on this island. Lighting and thunder struck again beyond the forest. I came to the boys' campsite. When I came, they started to follow me anthe hunters took their spears, and the others took something too. I was terrified of what was happening. The Lord of The Flies was right. They were going to get me. The boys started to form a circle and they started chanting. "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"
There is no beast that they were talking about. It was all just a dead man on a parachute. I tried to cry it out.. There was just a dead man on a hill! But yet again, "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" I found myself in the middle of the circle. I was terrifed with my arms folded over my face. I'm not the beast! Why are they doing this to me? They were attacking me-- I was torn up and struck with their teeth and bare hands. The phosphorescence started to fade away. The rain poured and I lay still. My dead body found itself lying toward the sea. The Lord of the Flies was all starting to make sense. They all got me. They murdered me. I guess there's a beast in us after all. |
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