Lord Of The Flies; Chapter 4 – Painted Faces and Long Hair

“The Kill”
Jack

Dear Journal,
Today I finally killed a pig! I cut its head off and blood spewed out of the body! Apparently though, Ralph wasn’t appreciative that I caught meat. Him and his fire. He doesn’t care that we catch meat! “We need shelters! We need to keep a fire going!” That’s all he says! Then there are those blatant little ones! They just play, eat fruit, then sleep! They don’t help at all! The fire went out, and a ship passed! So who cares! We needed meat! All I’ve had in days is those fruit and puny crabs with barely any meat! Then comes
Ralph with his belligerence, “We need a fire,” is what he says. That means we couldn’t catch a pig with people manning a fire. There wouldn’t be enough of us! I just feel like killing now a days, being annoyed and all. I feel like an actual hunter with my face painted. I feel like blood doesn’t scare me and instead I want more of it. That’s why I lead my hunters into chanting, “Kill the pig, cut her throat” it makes me feel wild. We feel like killing the pig malevolently, with out mercy. To me it’s like releasing all my frustrations on the pig. The swarthiness seems to be common now. I bet if we stayed here for years we’d eventually look like Africans. We all have long hair now, like we’re savages. Sometimes I think the “beastie” is the imagination of the little ones, where we turn into savages. The gouts of blood on our hands. I sometimes feel scared as well. I fear that we might kill ourselves. Everyone’s starting to act a bit stranger than when we came. I hope my fear doesn’t turn into reality.

Lord Of The Flies; Chapter 3 – Huts On The Beach

“Compassion and Fruit”
Simon

Dear Journal,
Today was probably the start of development here on the island. Everyone seemed to be working, for a few of us. It seemed that only I, Jack, and Ralph were working. We had two tasks, building shelters, and hunting. I expected some contrite faces after an hour or so but everyone just kept playing their games and swimming in the pool. Ralph and I were working on the 3rd hut, then Jack showed up. There seemed to be some compulsion to deny Jack. Both were in an argument whether the shelters go first or hunting. I think hunting is necessary, although I don’t see the reason to argue. Both had rapt faces. It seemed like the discussion could go on forever. I agree with Ralph about the fire, we need to maintain it’s smoke if we want to bee seen. If we don’t get rescued, I think things are going to get a bit scary around here. The vicissitudes of Jack and Ralph’s friendship is forming, who knows how much longer they’ll stay friends. The susurrations of the “beastie” aren’t over. We haven’t forgotten to the little boy with a mark on his face. Speaking of little boys, today I helped some out. They were too small to pick the ripe fruit of the trees. So I climbed up the mountain, and helped them out. I like to help people out, and I hate it when people don’t get along. So I hope things go well for Jack and Ralph.

Lord Of The Flies; Chapter 2 – Fire On The Mountain

“Flames Of Doom”



Piggy,
Dear Journal,
Today was one heck of a hectic day! Those errant boys! Acting like little kids running around! Ralph declares they need a fire on top of the mountain, and they run up like little kids! When they got all the wood, they pinched my specks to light the fire. Oh yeah there was also this kid with a mark on his face. He kept talking about some “beastie” which comes out at night. Ralph seemed a bit high strung about there not being a beastie. The small kid it looked like a snake and that it wanted to eat him. Ralph says it was a nightmare, but Jack said if they found it they’d kill it. Then both got into an argument until Jack induced Ralph to just play along. Then Ralph was wearing some martyred expression. At the top of the mountain they were capering about. Then Jack told me to shut up because he claimed that I didn’t help. Simon defended me though, he said I helped by sharing my specks. I think he’s a good friend. Then the fire got out of control and the flames spread to the forest. We noticed before the forest fire that little kids were down there, and we couldn’t find the kid with a mark on his face. I hope he’s ok. Well, that’s all for today.

Lord Of The Flies; Chapter 1 - Sound Of The Shell

Chapter 1 - Sound Of The Shell

“The Election”

Ralph

Dear Journal,

I am Ralph. Today my plane was shot down. It was frightening, but when I woke up I found myself on an island. I apparently wasn’t alone though, there is this fat kid. I don’t know his real name, but I call him Piggy. Anyway, there were no adults, so it was a bit scary. Then me and Piggy found this weird shell thing. He said it’s called a conch. Anyway we found that it can be used like a horn, and we blew it to see if anyone came to response. At first there were just a bunch of little kids, but then we met the choir group. Their leader was Jack Merridew. He was a bit skinny, but I don’t want to mess with him. It’s like he controls the choir, and they do everything he says. Both of us decided that there should be a leader. He wanted to be leader, and so did I. We took a vote, and as expected, Jack’s choir remained loyal to Jack by voting for him. Everyone else voted me, but Piggy seemed to doubt me and slowly raised his hand to vote. In the end I won, and suffusion formed in Jack’s face. So I gave him a proffer to be the leader of the choirs, which he wanted to be hunters. Among the children there was this kid named Roger who seemed a bit specious. He didn’t talk much and looked like a shady character. We were all joined in communion. It felt great to be like a tribe. The conch seemed to be like a source of power because of the mighty sound it makes, and anyone holding it as mighty as it is. Me, Jack, and Simon, who had a certain pallor and usually faints. Anyway, we went on an expedition to the top of this one mountain to confirm whether we were on an island or not. At the top of the mountain, we looked at the glamour of the sea surrounding the island. We saw a corral reef, and the scar where the plane, no longer to be found, crashed. All the adults must’ve been in the cabin during the crash, Piggy said he saw the front part of the plane go down in flames during the crash. SO that must’ve been why there aren’t any adults who survived. We had a splendid time on our expedition; we even found out that we could hunt pigs. Jack failed to kill one though. He looks a bit angry now that I think of it. I hope that he’ll have better luck next time. I think it was a wise choice for me to be chief. I will make sure that we will be rescued. And we ought to have some shelter too. Anyway that’s all for today I thought it was a great start!