Blog 11 - Freak Fest

My men and I were traveling across the ocean to fight the war with the U.S. Suddenly, we passed by an island. This was a special island. It was on fire.

"Fire"

That could mean only one thing. There were humans on the island.

We pulled into the island. One boy came running out of the trees like a mad-man. His ululation startled me. He was bruised, cut, and bleeding everywhere. He looked to be about 12 years old. He had long black, uncombed hair. His eyes were frightened and exhausted.

"Hullo"

"Hullo"

"Are there any grownups?"

"No. Just us"

"Havin' a war or something huh?"

"Yeah."

"Any dead?"

"Just two."

"I must say I'm quite disappointed. You guys are British, aren't you?"

"It wasn't that way before."

"Who's cheif."

"Me." The boy screamed loudly.

As the boy elaborated, many other boys emerged, most of them younger. They had the same tired expressions on their faces. They heaved their spears with them. It was amazing.

As I look back, I find it quite hard to visualize this spectacle.

I felt coweraly as I stepped back in alarm. The boys looked horrific.

I returned the boys back. I shaked the hands of some of the unfortunate mothers and fathers who had their children die.

I still ride overseas, and have never experienced anything like this.

Blog 10 - Dead Brains

Today we were with Piggy and Ralph. Last night Jack and his hunters stole Piggy's glasses and unfortunately, the fire went out. Ralph is very upset because he wants to go home. Without the fire, a ship won't be able to see us. Piggy recommended that we go talk to Jack and negotiate with words. Ralph instructed us to look good by combing our hair. We decided to tell Ralph it would be a good idea to bring spears - just in case.

"Let's go"

We crawled along the beach, thoughts of what would happen in our heads.

"They're not here." said Ralph.

The campfire area where Simon died was abandoned.

"They must be at the Castle Rock." said Ralph quietly. He examined the cliffs and continued to walk along.

We finally arrived to find a bunch of small boys painted with face paint. They stared at us with hate in their eyes.

Roger "greeted" Ralph.

"What business do you have here "

"Who are you, a soilder. Hahahahahahah."

Ralph blew the conch. He questioned the boys for Jack. They didn't know where he was.

"I'm here." said Jack

When Ralph explained how taking the glasses was wrong, Ralph fought him. They kept punching and stabbing each other. They finally stopped after Piggy whispered something in Ralph's ear. Ralph continued to talk.

Suddenly, Jack ordered the boys to take us away. The boys listened. Ralph and Piggy watched us be taken away.

Ralph tried to fight back for us. We watched Roger try pushing a boulder. It fell..... on Piggy and the Conch. Te conch shattered into a million pieces while Piggy's brains fell into the ocean. Both were washed away.

Jack forced us to join his tribe by whacking us with a whip. We both have huge marks on our backs that sting so badly. We now have to keep guard out for Ralph.

The boys are officially savages, and with another boy dead, we don't know what we'll do.

Blog 9 - The Beast ... is Real

Today I woke up uncertain of what the day's events would be. I finally saw Ralph. Ralph and I were trying to light the fire that burned out overnight. Suddenly Ralph brought up Jack's party.

"What happened to.. You know."

"I was on the outside" I said.

"Me too." Said Ralph.

I was ashamed to admit to Ralph that I ....murdered Simon.

"It was his fault" I said while I shuddered.

"He shouldn't have crawled out of nowhere like that." I gesticulated while I talked.

"He shouldn't have came." I moved my hands downwards.

In the end we decided we were never there and that It was Simon's fault.

Samneric came out of the forest with wood. They also denied the fact they were ever there.

The four of us tried to start a fire.

"The wood is in the wrong position"

"We will need to stifle it and start a new fire."

Ralph grabbed a big leaf and covered the fire. We started a new fire.

The little flame turned into a huge fire.

As we watched the fire we heard a noise in the bushes.

"It's...... the beastie!!!!"

We all attacked something. I felt something near my face. My asmar came. I struggled to breathe. My lungs were quenched and sufficated.

I heard to voices struggling with each other. A loud uluation came from one of them.

Finally, Ralph and samneric come. Sam was smothered in blood. I asked what happened. They talked about how they beat up the beast. Turns out it was them fighting each other.

They seemed phosphorescent in my eyesight. Suddenly, I realized my specs were gone, and it wasn't the beast.

Blog 8 - Death Awaits Below

I sat in my area. I felt extremely comfortable here. The birds chirped, the flowers blossomed, and the wend gently blew.

The sun was out and there was a thin layer of clouds.

As I relaxed, Jack and some of the other boys brought a dead pig 10 feet away from me. The head stared. I stared. The next thing I knew it was the only thing. Me and it. I waited for it to speak.

"You have no chance. None. Don't go. You'll die. Stay. You will give in."

I stared into the pig's eyes. He stared back. The flies all wanted a piece of him. Not me.

"Don't go."

I stared more intensely.

"I'm your friend. You will give into me too."

I felt dizzy.

"They are all salvages. Jack, Roger, even Piggy and Ralph."

I couldn't stand it. It was torture. Suddenly, I collapsed.

When I woke up, there was a thicker layer of clouds and the wind blew harder.

I had it. I needed to end this beastie thing forever.

I ascended the mountain to really find out what this "beastie" was. I struggled to clamber. The hill seemed endless. My anticipation was overwhelming.

I finally arrived. The sun began to set. The wind blew harder.

I smelled something offensive. I turned to find a dead man with a parachute attached. The corpse was being eaten by flies. The smell was like 10 year old bread with dog poop smothered all over it. My body overreacted and gagged.

Suddenly, I realized this was the beastie the boys were imaginating. I suddenly broke into a sprint. I needed to inform them. The fear of the boys would no longer be corrupted.

It was dark, raining, and there was lightning.

As I got closer, I heard a chant.

"Kill the Beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"

I tripped over a rock. I fell on my face. I slowly clambered up. Suddenly, all the boys surrounded me. I was drawn to the center. I became tremulous. I was suddenly being clawed and bitten. I screamed.

"The beast! It's a man!"

No one cared.

The rain began to trickle, and the lightning let up.

My eyes became steadfast, as the life was sucked out of them.

The rest, I don't remember. My death was unfortunate, but everything happens for a reason.

I just hope the boys realize the beast is a figment of their imaginations.

Blog 7 - Peer Pressure

Today we were hunting for the beastie. We abandoned the littluns and Piggy and all of the olduns looked. We went to the other side of the island to what we called "Castle Rock". It was a place that only Jack had explored. He and Ralph both believed it was where the beastie resided. It was a bunch of boulders stacked on each other. It loomed above all of us.

"I'll go, I'm leader." Ralph said.

"I'll go too." Jack said.

They went inside of the cavern to find nothing. Jack thought it would be a great base station. Ralph Disagreed. He said it smelled terrible.

We were still on a quest to find the beastie. We all wanted to take a break before we went all the way to the other side of the island. Suddenly,

"Kill the Pig, cut it's throat" was being shouted by the crowd.

Suddenly I found myself right in the action, trying to throw a spear at Robert. It was infuriating when I missed him. I kept trying to get him. It felt really good to let it all out. I didn't care about rules and the punishments. Those no longer seemed important. Instead, I tried to do everything Jack, Simon, and even Ralph were doing. I lost control, and when we stopped it was overwhelming.

When we stopped Robert sniveled. He was hurt. I didn't really care and I was about ready to slither his throat and eat his blood.

Ralph then thought about Piggy and the littluns.

"Someone has to go back." Ralph said.

"Alone?" I asked.

"Yes Roger, alone." Ralph replied.

"I'll go if you like. I don't mind, honestly." Simon said.

Before Ralph could say anything Ralph trotted off into the forest.

We all walked along the what seemed like infinite pig run. I was so tired. We climbed across boulders, coverts, and weeds. We finally arrived at the base of the mountain. Ralph and Jack were uncompromising.

"Let's Go."

"We need three people."

"We need to warn Piggy."

"Simon already went"

After what seemed like hours of negotiating, they ended up taking me with them. As we ascended the mountain, it became darker. The blunder of stars provided enough light to see. We stopped. Jack left us to find the beastie.

I became more nervous. The beastie could come out any second to attack us. Ralph kept asking me random questions, but I really wasn't in the mood to answer them. I could have addressed him less sagely.

"Yes" I replied in a low tone.

Unexpectedly, Jack comes back. He says he saw an ape.

I froze.

Blog Quest - Pivotal Scenes

Here I'm going to talk about to significant scenes in Lord of the Flies:


This first scene is showing the boys all lighting a giant signal fire from the beginning of the book. On the left side of the mountain the boy with a birth mark on his face is crying for help. On the right side Piggy is trying to arrive with the conch that the boys left behind. And on the top of the mountain the rest of the boys are creating a giant fire that burns the island. What William Golding is trying to display is how once the conch is abandoned, order and democracy is abandoned and the conch is an important symbol for order.

In this second scene a ship is passing the island. The boys left the signal fire to go hunting. Ralph and a few of the older boys on the left see the ship and then the abandoned fire. On the right the boys are all hunting. In the top-left corner the ship is passing. Once the older boys arrive it is to late and the ship already left. The boys returned with a pig and didn't really care about the ship. What the author is trying to portray is that the fire being light represents the boy's hope for survival. If the fire is left, it means the boys don't have any hope of surviving.

I hope you enjoyed reading these two scenes and will continue to learn more about this book!

Blog Quest - Interview

Q: Today we are going to have an exclusive one-on-one interview with Jack from Lord of the Flies by William Golding. So Jack, what is it like being stranded on an island with the boys?

A: It sucks. They all cry like little babies and are excessively lazy. I can't stand Piggy, Ralph, and Simon to name a few.

Q: Why can't you stand Them?
A: I'll give a description of each of them.

Ralph: I don't like Ralph because he thinks everyone should have equal say in decisions. Decision making should be for leaders like me only. Also, he is only concerned about the fire. He doesn't want anyone to hunt for meat. It's stupid because I want to eat meat and I can't.

Piggy: I don't like him because he's whiny and think he's important. He tries to lead. He's fat, ugly, lazy, and stupid and he should go away. He thinks he's scientific but he's not. He won't let us use his glasses to light the fire.

Q: Didn't you beat him up and break his glasses so he would never see again? All because he repeated what Ralph said? Why didn't you punch Ralph?
A: Look William (Laughs), Don't any of the readers understand? I want to be a leader and assist these boys. They voted Ralph leader. If I punched him all the boys would hate me. If I punch Piggy they won't hate me because no one really likes him. Besides, there's something about Ralph. He's someone I respect. He has good qualities. And Piggy is someone who is a nuisance in my opinion. It felt good to punch him.

Q: Alright what about Simon? Why do you hate him?

Simon: The fact is simple. These olduns have a super soft heart. It's disgusting. Simon has the softest heart of them all. He finds it "Polite" to help the littluns get fruit. He gave Piggy meat. Ughhh. A leader needs to push all of the useless losers out of the way, and do his job.

Q: A lot of the boys hate you and a lot of the boy's respect you. Can you explain this situation?

A: Everyone hates me because I like an anti-democratic society. There should be a king and it should be me. They Respect me because I can kill the "beastie".

Q: A lot of the boys share concern of the beastie. As you just said they respect you because you tell them you believe it and you will kill it. Do you actually believe in it?

A: This might be a shocker for all the readers (Laughs). I don't believe there's a beastie and I'm only saying I'm going to kill it for their respect. It's their weakness and I'm trying to use it against them.

Q: Now were going to take the time to have you answer some of the reader's questions. First is Pablo, 10, from Seattle, Washington. He wants to know how will you eventually handle the beastie concerns. If it's not real how can you kill it? Won't their respect fade eventually?

A: That's a great question Pablo. We were actually headed towards Seattle for an international school relations meeting. But the plane had to crash. To answer your question Pablo I will need to give that question more thought. While I go hunting for pigs alone I think about it. Tricking societies into believing in you is very difficult. I'm sorry but I really can't answer that question yet.

Q: Cindy from Pasadena, California, who's 15 wants to ask you why you hate the conch?

A: Well Cindy, like I said earlier I think the idea of a fair democracy is preposterous. The conch assists the boys in all having a fair opportunity to speak. Like I said in the book decision making needs to be for the olduns.

Q: Well thanks a lot and I hope you survive on the island.

A: Well thank you William.

Blog 5 - You Decide What Emotion it is!

I walked out of my house to breath the fresh morning air. The sun slowly rose, to bring about a great sea of opalescence. The birds began to chirp, quietness erupted into a great tumult. The flowers stretched their pedals, reaching every portion of the horizon. My eyes gave a radiant glow, with a small sparkle in each pupil. The first cars filled the streets, the abandoned office buildings were replaced by abandoned houses. The first letters of the day were taught at the elementary schools, and the first quadratic formulas were taught to the high schools. The sun burned the streets more fiercely. The nocturnal animals of the canyons, forests, and streams were suddenly fast asleep as the other animals arose. The first traffic jam. The first news report that wasn't about to fall asleep at any given second. Everything was suddenly alive.

As the day went through, things were different. The pedals were dying of heat, and finding a place to hide. The kids at the schools were annoyed listening to stories of fictional fantasies that did nothing to benefit them. The streets were similar to the flowers, they were so hot that they burned small portions of rubber from tires. The news was boring, they simply repeated the morning news. The animals were resting, from a lazy day of doing nothing. The glow in my eyes retired. They were done.

The evening was suddenly fast. Traffic was unbelievably terrible. Animals hunted for meat, and they successfully killed. School was long done, and houses that were left behind, were once again being occupied with cocktails and laughter. The news had great stories to share with the world, the latest celebrity gossip and the latest death. T.V's were happily turned on to see these events. The pedals on the flowers retreated even further. They grasped for the center of the flower, unsuccessfully. The street was cooled off and fresh. My eyes got the glow back, and they were ready for adventure. All the corporate buildings received a nice break from their hard work of managing businesses and the world. The sun was already on the other side of the world, lighting the lives of billions of others.

It was still again. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. The air didn't dare move. The nocturnal animals came out again. Their eyes were wild. They hunted the others that were forced to sleep during this hour. Schools, News Rooms, and Corporate Buildings got a lot of room to stretch out and relax. The flowers were cold. Small bits of frost developed on them. They were blinded. The only thing on their mind was warmth. The streets were no longer oppressed with cars. They hated this treatment. This made them feel insignificant and unrealized. The newsrooms were done. The very few T.V's turned on were playing replays of this no longer new news. And my eyes. My eyes were shut, whether there was a glimmer or not was a mystery I would never solve.

Blog 4 - Guilt in the Guts

The meat was hard to eat. Today Jack hunted his "pig" o so proudly. Today was also the day a ship "just so happened" to come during the twenty or thirty minutes the fire was out. I'm starting to dislike him.

The sun rose this morning to bring about opalescent colors. Today we followed our usual routine, town meeting, work on huts, swim, and stuff like that. I felt a strange sensation arise in my heart. I looked up to what once seemed like a mirage. It was a faint outline of a ship. I stood incredulously, I felt so golden inside. But I remembered one thing.

"The signal fire"

"What, What? Ralph what? A ship? Tell me." Piggy whimpered.

I did and did not want to turn around at the same time.

"Preposterous."

The fire, the fire. It was OOOOUUUUTTTT!!!!!

I sprinted immediately with the bigguns following me. The mountain seemed taller and steeper than ever before. I panted, finally reaching the top. Looking down the others were right behind me and the shrill screams of Piggy in the distance.

"Piggy."

"Piggy?"

"Piggy!"

"The Specs! Of course!"

By the time Piggy arrived the boat was gone. How did the fire even go out? I assigned someone to watch it. Who? That was an irrelevant question. But how, that's what I wanted to know.

Jack and every boy on the island came back from stupid hunting.

"Look, a pig"

Jack and the boys gloated for hours about how handsome and great they were, or something similar to that.

"The Ship" I said

Everyone was still proud of the pig.

"The Ship! It came!" I shouted

The fact that they implicated they were more concerned about meat than a life was disgusting enough. But when Piggy tried to say something Jack turned around and punched him in the stomach. Then, he punched his specs off. He broke his specs. This malevolent freak, he ruined his vision forever.

Here's the worst part:

"Oh, I'm soooooo sorry (Sure) I sorry for all the stuff I did."

"Now, everyone work now!"

He made everyone fall right into his trap. If I said one rude thing, I could easily be killed. I stood disgusted, but had to suck it up and keep moving.

Later that night, Jack cooked the pig in the fire and we all sat around it. He offered me meat. The thought of real food gyrated around my head and I took it. He refused to give any to Piggy. Simon gave him some and got yelled at. As I ate the meat I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I felt a strange feeling as stared down at my meat. It tasted excessively bland. It didn't taste bad but it didn't taste good. The other boys loved their meat but I couldn't get myself to enjoy it.

I don't know what Jack is thinking, but I'm going to have to come up with a secretive way to defeat him.

Blog 3 - Pig Hunger

The festoons were a great place to hide. The tendrils climbed high and were spread wide, and I was ready to go. The pigs couldn't see me. I had my chance. I thrust the spear at the pig. My spear fell to the ground, and the pig trotted off. I have been trying for weeks without luck. I need meat.

As I returned to the beach, I found Ralph and Simon. They were building huts, and wasting their time. All Ralph wants is to be rescued. He needs to stop being so hopeful of his "father" and think about right now and how we are going to survive. We need meat, pig meat.

Piggy, is a stupid fat kid who does nothing for any of us. I have no idea why Ralph accepts him as a counselor, he seems oppresive to me. He looks inscrutable to me. He complains and acts all smart. I hate him and if I ever become more recognized for how great I am, I would make sure he is no where near me and what I do.

Ralph sat there and complained about everything.

"I had to woooork."

"Me and Simon are so great. Everyone else relaaxes. You do nothing but hunt."

He even complained about a cut in his finger from a barb piece of wood on the hut. He is a nuiscance. It is bewildering that people like him lead. He acts though he is soooo special. He flaunted all the things I was doing all day alone.

After hearing his complaints, I came up with a great idea. If I could wear a bunch of twigs to disguise me furtively, I could catch a pig. Ralph thought I saw a ship. He is soooo obsessed with going home. Ugggggghhhhhhh!

Simon is really interesting. There is a special glimmer in his eyes that make you feel fuzzy. He randomly disappeared while me and Ralph were talking. I think he isn't that big of a deal and he's a bit of a teacher's pet.

I wish I was leader. I would make our group a much more organized and functioning thing. I would make us have meat, a fire, and most importantly, a life.