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.
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.
3 comments:
William-
My favorite of your blogs. I like the way that you describe after his death. Can you go into a little more detail about his conversation with LOTF?
-Emma
Emma, I added a longer conversation with the LOTF. Thanks for saying this is your favorite blog!
William,
I notice that again you speak from your perspective rather than the character's. Again, don't be afraid to right the characters feelings into the blog. Also you should probably give more detail abiut the conversation Simon had with the Lord of the Flies.
P.S.you spelled the word wind wrong. Also these are British Boys so they wouldn't say dog poop they would say "Canine Excrement"
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