| 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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