Lord of the Flies
Chapter 4: Painted Faces and Long Hair
Perspective: Jack
Dear diary,
My day from good to bad, I proudly showed up back at the huts with the pig I just killed. Everyone was blatant when I killed the pig. They were chanting for me in a circle, it was made my belligerence side of me come out so I just shut my eyes and sliced away. It was awesome, gouts came out of it. Stupid Ralph and Piggy don’t respect what I do around here. If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have eaten today. And so what if I didn’t keep any eye on the stupid fire, it could have been a dolphin or something. And it’s not like that’s the only ship that will pass by. Piggy deserved the way I malevolently handled him. Next time I’m going to handle him until his face is impalpable. I would have done the same with Ralph, if he wasn’t the leader. Well we’re having a meeting so I’ll write you later.
- Jack
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Lord of the Flies #3
Chapter 3: Huts on the Beach
Perspective: Simon
Dear Diary,
It seems like the days on the island aren’t getting any better. I’m usually a hunter but today I was the only one who helped out with Ralph, the rest fooled around the island which is inscrutable to me. Do they not know it’s live or die around here? I want to say something but I never do, it always ends up being a susurration. I try to calm myself and not stress as much since my faints might occur. That’s the only thing I dislike about myself. Not to be conceited but I think I’m pretty decent, long black hair, skinny, with a tan. I’m practicing on controlling my faints; I go to this secret place that no one knows about. In fact I went there today; I just had too much stress on myself putting the huts together. It’s very peaceful and relaxing. I pull back the tendril that makes a castanet like sound, and I open my eyes to see this beautiful view, I rapt it all in when i take breathes of air. When I look at this it changes my whole perspective on the island and gives me hope for us.
- Simon
Perspective: Simon
Dear Diary,
It seems like the days on the island aren’t getting any better. I’m usually a hunter but today I was the only one who helped out with Ralph, the rest fooled around the island which is inscrutable to me. Do they not know it’s live or die around here? I want to say something but I never do, it always ends up being a susurration. I try to calm myself and not stress as much since my faints might occur. That’s the only thing I dislike about myself. Not to be conceited but I think I’m pretty decent, long black hair, skinny, with a tan. I’m practicing on controlling my faints; I go to this secret place that no one knows about. In fact I went there today; I just had too much stress on myself putting the huts together. It’s very peaceful and relaxing. I pull back the tendril that makes a castanet like sound, and I open my eyes to see this beautiful view, I rapt it all in when i take breathes of air. When I look at this it changes my whole perspective on the island and gives me hope for us.
- Simon
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Lord of the Flies post #2
Chapter 2: Fire on the Mountain
Perspective: Piggy
Dear Diary,
Its night time right now, I’m too officious to fall asleep so I’m writing in my diary to keep me up. I want it to be morning already, I’m eager to find that little boy that’s missing. Hopefully he’s okay. I’m martyred on this island, it’s horrible. Why can’t they rescue us already? I’m leaving my child hood life and entering adult hood. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m only twelve, and this is going way too fast. I’m not supposed to take care of myself, yet. One step at a time, but this is like twelve steps at a time. But I have to, I have no choice. Survive or die out here, unlike the other kids on this island. My view is different from the others. They’re capering up and down the mountains like maniacs, people interrupting when others are speaking. It’s a rule on the island and they must be followed, just like the laws back home. And they couldn’t have made the fire without my glasses; they could have at least showed a little gratitude towards me. Well one of the boys just woke up and I don’t want them to pinch my diary and think I’m even more of a loser. Then I’d have to make up and try to induce them to believe it.
- Piggy
Perspective: Piggy
Dear Diary,
Its night time right now, I’m too officious to fall asleep so I’m writing in my diary to keep me up. I want it to be morning already, I’m eager to find that little boy that’s missing. Hopefully he’s okay. I’m martyred on this island, it’s horrible. Why can’t they rescue us already? I’m leaving my child hood life and entering adult hood. This isn’t supposed to happen, I’m only twelve, and this is going way too fast. I’m not supposed to take care of myself, yet. One step at a time, but this is like twelve steps at a time. But I have to, I have no choice. Survive or die out here, unlike the other kids on this island. My view is different from the others. They’re capering up and down the mountains like maniacs, people interrupting when others are speaking. It’s a rule on the island and they must be followed, just like the laws back home. And they couldn’t have made the fire without my glasses; they could have at least showed a little gratitude towards me. Well one of the boys just woke up and I don’t want them to pinch my diary and think I’m even more of a loser. Then I’d have to make up and try to induce them to believe it.
- Piggy
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