chapter 8 - LOTF

chapter 8 - LOTF

chapter 8- gift for the darkness
perspective- jack

MY MEETING-

"We'd talk but we wouldn't fight a tiger. We'd hide. Even Jack 'ud hide" I heard Ralph say to Piggy. I continued to stare at the sand. "And what about my hunters?" I asked without looking up. Ralph ignored my question and pointed to the touch of yellow above the sea.Ralph continued to babble on about how we weren't going to get saved without a fire. "What about my hunters?" I asked again. Ralph just looked at me blankly while saying "boys armed with sticks." I got to my feet. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as I stomped away. I picked up the conch furiously and blew it with one hard blow. In just a matter of seconds Ralph, Piggy, Simon, and the littluns were ready to listen. Ralph just took over immediately. I told him that I was the one who called the meeting and so I should be the one talking this time. I told the littluns how Ralph is a coward and how ignorent he is to everything going on. He doesn't know what he is doing or saying. He has just been lying about pointing fingers and giving orders. I tried to pursuade the littluns to come over to my group that I was creating, by twisting our little trip over up to the top of the mountain. And how Ralph was too scared to go up and confront the beastie. When I came o the point in my speech for asking people to raise heir hand if they think that Ralph makes a bad leader or chief, no one raised their hands. I felt the blood rutern to my face and tears wheld up in thier sockets. I just turned my face away so nobody could see the ebarresment in my features and just said "well if you feel like you want to hunt for fodo or anything, you can come with me", and just turned to leave. I had made about 5 long stides before I heard Ralph's voice call my name. I just flung my head back towards his direction in a hard sturn voice, "No." After a little while of being alone, Samn'Eric came and some other littluns and biguns. This time we were going to go for the big strike. The sow. We saw it sleeping with its litter and decided to strike. "NOW!" with a desiganted target in mind, we all through our spears at the sow. It immediately started sqealing and all its litter started going wild too. It was a good chase. All of us had bloodlust writtten in our eyes. We paunched it again and again, until I had access to its throat. I slit it with my knife and fel the warm blood of the sow run down my palms and forearms. We cut off the sows head leaving it as a token to the beastie. We scured its head onto a stick and planted the stick into the ground. We ran off chanting with our victory. We planned to ambush Ralph's group and 'invite' them to come eat with us while we steal their fire and wood. And all this never would have been ppossible if I hadn't had the guts to leave Ralph. It was all my doing that had us where we were today. And thanks to me, we might be able to get off this island.

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chapter 7 - LOTF

chapter 7 - LOTF

chapter 7- shadows and tall trees
perspective- ralph

LETS GO HUNTING-

I was relaxing on the rocks when I heard someone up above me. Simon. Simon lately has been a very peaceful person. Like the only one who isn't going mad about the situation. The one who is just accepting the fact that we are stuck on this island. I saw is back arched and foam coming out of the corners of his mouth. This wasn't the first time that I've seen this occur to Simon, but I didn't know what to make of it so i just sat there turning back to look towards the water. I saw a foot by my face and looked up. Simon.. again. "Simon, do you think we'll ever get off this island?" I asked him just wondering what his thoughts were give or take. His looks became reassuring. "Of course. Why wouldn't you tink we would get off?" I really couldn't answer besides the fact that no ships or boats come near the island. No civilization. An island that has not been discovered yet. "I don't know. It feels like theres a border around this island preventing ships or planes to come near us." He told me that I shouldn't think things like that and that it was all in my head. "Maybe youre right." I thought about whether I agreed with myself after saying that, "Thanks for the advice. Lets go catch up with the others." We ran towards the others when we all heard something rustling in the bushes. The leaves were shaking and two tusks were stick out on either side of the bush. Without even telling my arm too, I through my spear with vigirous speed. It hit something. A boar emerged from behind the bush with my spear daggling from the end of its snout. Amazing.. I hit that pig. I did.. Me... "Everyone! I sturck a pig!" Now I could tell how Jack found this 'hunting' thing entertaining. I could do this all day. Even though I did not kill the pig I had wounded him. I felt the need to shout it. Jack turned to me and told me that we were on a beat hunt. Not a pig hunt. He said that we were going to go the rest of the way but I felt like someone should at leat notify Piggy still staying with the littluns. Simon voluntered. I was really scared for him. Walking back to Piggy on the beach? .. Alone? ... In the dark? I don't think thats a very good idea but by the time I was going to say my thoughts, Jack bursted in with his 'prooving his leadership qualities'. "Your not scared are you. I mean I could go up while you stay here. I don't see whats so scary about it." I took him in on that, and said I would just sit on a tree stump with Robert. Jack hicked up the mountain then came running back. "I saw it he beast." My mind was already getting to me but I felt the need to proove myself as well. I can do this. "Lets go. What are you waiting for?" I took a gulp but hid it in the darkness. This time I wen up in front while Jack on the other hand was the furthest one back. Thats when I heard it. The flapping of its wings and the roughness of its claws. And then I SAW it. It wings were out streched and its head was bowing back and forth. Thinking that it could see me, I crouched lower. It was a dark creature. It appeared as though it could see me. I was definantly scared. Could it be the beast? The answer was, yes. Yes it could.

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chapter 6 - LOTF

chapter 6 - LOTF

chapter 6- beast from air
perspective- piggy

STUCK WITH THE ASTHMA-

Today Sam and Eric, the twins, were keeping watch on the fire when they came shouting down the mountain, "Wake up! Ralph! Wake up!" Of course Ralph just looks at them like they've just ruined him from a long awaited sleep that probably felt interminable. I overheard part of the conversation while simultaniously being half conscious. "We saw it!" They exclaimed. "The beastie! We saw it!". The way they yelled it sounded as though they were waxy but they weren't. They were just trying to say too many things at once. "Piggy! Piggiy!" I heard Ralph call my name. I responded without my body telling it too when he told me to spread the word to everyone that we were having a meeting. In a matter of minutes everyone gathered for our meeting but this time Jack and Ralph were the ones talking. They asked Eric and Sam what they saw and the way they decribed it, it had teeth, claws, eyes, and wings. I didn't want to go anywhere near where Jack and Ralph were headed; towards the 'thing'. Just thinking about it sent chills down my spin and caused goose bumps to rise on my arms. Jack and his hunters, Ralph, and Simon, were all going to go hunt the beastie. When they asked me if I wanted to come, I was embroiled and felt uncomfortable going, so I just stayed on a rock that was covered in guano to watch the littluns... and for the beast. The ones that stayed looked extremely frightened, and I could understand why. Something Simon said last night, well.. its been itching at me every since he said it. He said "I think its just us." Meaning us as the beast. Who could think that!? I mean Jack right now is kinda a state of HUNT. But I know he means well. Even if he always picks me to bother or tease. I just sat here defidently waiting for the group to come back.

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chapter 5 - LOTF

chapter 5 - LOTF

chapter 5- beast from water
perspective- simon

PERCIVAL WEMYS MADISON. THE VICARAGE, HARCOURT ST. ANTHONY WEMYS MADISON, HANTS-

When Ralph rang the conch, just as he instructed us, we all met down by the meeting place. Tonight, it was dark and erie. In Ralphs eyes, you could tell that this time, the meeting was ordered and going to be serious. When all of us boys, biguns and littluns, all took our seat along the 6 logs that we designated as our meeting triangle, I sat to Ralphs right along with Jack and Maurice while Piggy on the other hand, stood on the outside of the logs which I could clearly meant that he would only listen. Ralph held the conch close in his hands. He made it clear about the rules and what was not allowed. First of all, Ralph started out with the subject of taking short. "We've all got to use the rocks again. This place is getting dirty." Ralph said. I agree. Its been dirty enough around here without all those littluns going near our only food suppply, or by where our shelters should be. Second, any sort of fire will be on the top of the mountain where our signal fire is right now. The fire wouldn't go to the food, the food would go to the fire. "Then there's huts and shelters" Ralph said. As he said this, I was already thinking about my secret place. Which also brings me the the third rule, we needed more than 3 shelters built. Ralph had a point. Everyone needed to pitch in and get our huts built so that if it were to rain, then we would have some sort of cover above our heads to keep us covered from the storm. And then last, the water situation. Some of the kids were expected to bring water over in coco nut shells, with water from the falls. You could tell that Ralph had tried to plan this meeting out, but how far could he go without being intterupted? I waited, listening intently as to what the reactions would be around the group if something got out about the beastie or us dying. My own thoughts scared me. I continuesd to listen. "All this I meant to say. Now Ive said it. You voted me for chief. Now you do what I say." Ralph said with not an inch of resentment in his voice. "We need an assembly. Not for fun. Not for laughing and falling off the logs." Right before Ralph spoke this, the littluns pretended to fall off just out of boredum. To be honest, Ralphs long and "prepared" speech was making me quite bored myself, but I felt like it was important to listen to what Ralph had to say. After all, he'd come so far with keeping his head held high, and his chin stuck up, making sure everyone knew the message was clear as to who was chief this meeting. Jack stood up intterupting Ralph but all Ralph said was "I haven't finished yet." And then of course Jack had to crack a joke and make it clear to Ralph how bored everyone was by him. "But youve talked and talked and talked-"I just hung and shook my head so slightly that no one even noticed how stupid I thought both of them were. Jack is making it terribly difficult on all of us, here on the island, and you could just tell the Ralph just about had it with Jack. He was on edge. This is when I went silent. "Ive got the conch" Said Ralph sturnly and Jack just sat back down. When Ralph said that he wanted to talk about something different, he immediatly had my attention. I really wanted to tell the rest of the group about my secret place and where I dissapear to sometimes, but Ralph already had a subject up his sleeve. Oh no.. The beastie. When Ralph brought up the beastie, all the littluns went wild and Jack just started yelling at them and telling them how ignorent they were to surviving and the fact that we NEEDED to survive or that they NEEDED to do the work theve been putting off in order to survive. Typical Jack.. Talking about survival skills. Ralph laid the conch on the truck beside him as a sign that the speech was over and then brought attention to a littlun who, apparently, was walking in his sleep, and made him stand. "Whats your name?" Evedently his name was Phil. I thought I remembered seeing him somewhere. Maybe one of those days when the littluns were bothering me to help them get their fruit. Yea.. that was it. "Phil here was walking in his sleep. I got up and was about to wake him up until his eyes popped open and his whole body began to shake" Ralph then asked Phil about what his dream was about, and he said about the creepers and how one minute they were sort of dancing or twined together somehow and then when he opened his eyes, they dissapeared and saw a shadow creeping away. Uh oh.. I remember that night. I just couldn't fall asleep fast enough and decided that once all the boys fll asleep, I would go get away from them and go to my secret place. And that I would just have to remember to get up erly and make sure I did my fair share of chores. "Who was out in the forest at night!?" Ralph asked the circle. I felt like he was demanding a confession for a wrong doing of sin. Unsure if I should lie to the group, I decided that it wouldve been wrong for me not to tell them about my discovery, and here was a great opportunity to. I stood up slowly. "I wanted- to go to a place- a place I know" I said couciously not sure as how to phraze my words together without sounding corney. Ralph looked at me through the little light that was left and said "Well don't do it again. Understand? Not at night." I thought that they would be eager to hear about my get away/hide away place. But no, so I just sat back down. The conversation went on about peoples thoughts on the beastie and what it really is. Piggy took the conch in hand and decided to share his opinion. He started out about how another littlun, this time the cousin of the birthmarked boy who first brought up chatter about a beastie, who saw it; the beastie. Piggy shouted out for him to speak his name. He did after a few gulpes. I felt so sorry for the littlun. I would have hated it if I were put in that situation. I debated on wheather I should ve gone over to confort him, but I chose not to, since lately Jack had been noticing my kind giving and generous offers, that gave me the title (in his mind) 'Fatty helper'. "Percival Wemys Madison. The Vicarage, Harcourt St. Anthony, telephone, telephone, tele-" Poor Percival. He had been cut off by his own break of sobs. I could tell that he was in pain. Pain and harship of loosing a loved one because of this island. Because of the way things are being ruled around here. Because of the stupid plane crashing us onto this island that is on no map ever written. Maurice, a couple ways down from me, pretended to fall off his log and onto his butt. of course it made everyone laugh. Even poor Percival craked a smile. Ralph asked Percival where he had seen this beast or where it lived because certainly Jack would have been everywhere on this island already. "It lives in the water" said Percival muttering it only once as if he WAS declaring himself to a sin. Once Jack said the words "going to hunt down the beastie", the littluns and the hunters took off and away as the dark grew heavier and heavier. Soon it was pitch black and I found myself reaching towards where Piggy and Ralph had just been. It was all quiet when I found Piggy and Ralph, but then we were surrounded by a shriek so high pitched and terrifying that had me clutching for them, but then realized, it wasn't just the roars of the winds. It was Percival. Near. Close. Dead? But the beast.. in the water.. Percival. The black engulfed me then. I couldn't see. Percival Wemys Madison?

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chapter 4 - LOTF

chapter 4 - LOTF

chapter 4- painted faces and long hair
perspective- jack

BE PROUD OF ME-

It started out a nice day. I was just making my way through the forest when I came across a leaf looking thing that appeared to be carrying some sort of dyed mushy substance. I scooped up the leave gently not knowing what to expect, and picked up a slight portion in my hand. I ground this odd, reddish, looking substance in my fingers, and was surprised by how easily it had smeared into the crevices of my palm. I quickly went in search for some more of this unique resource. After a slight and narrow trek through more forest, I came to a halt in front of one of the same plants carrying the same substance. Again I picked up the paint looking material, but to my amazement, this time the color inside did not have a red tint, but a pure black richness to it. Knowing how easily this new discovery spread across my skin, this time I did not try to smear it across the planes of my fingers. Instead, I gathered as much as I could in the time that I had and rushed back with the leaves bunched up against my side. When I got back, I found Roger relaxing on the shore with Johnny going off about his weird ways. I hurried quickly to their side. "Look at what Ive got!" I about yelled with excitement about my new discovery. I unraveled one of the leaves first, not realizing which one I was picking up in my hands, and smeared it across the lines of my jaw all the way to the tips of my forehead. As I dropped my hand, I noticed that I had just put red around my face. Just as quickly as I dropped my hand, I revealed the other one; black. I pinched some in between the tips of my fingers, and placed this darkest of color below my eyes and on my nose. By the time I had finished smudging this new discovery against, the already swarthiness, of my skin, I told them that, us hunters, could go into the forest and be prepared to gain on a new challenge; killing and feasting on a pig. With Roger and Johnny, we rounded up all the hunters and went out to begin our hunt with a new sense of confidence. Once we were all masked up, we found ourselves almost near the sand shore, crouching and circling a nice set of hoofs. We slashed our prey again and again until I had contact with the throat, and with no hesitation, pierced my knife into the squealing pig that knew what fate it had coming. With great achievement, I stood up and got my group of true, and focused, hunters into a chant that should have been heard, in my opinion, from miles and miles up the mountain. The gouts of black blood, covered the massive area of ground while we were making our way up the mountain to meet Ralph. I lead our troop up the mountain, knowing the whole way there, that Ralph and the others would be so proud of me and would finally understand their mistake of making Ralph "chief". Psh.. Ralph = Chief?.. what an odd combination. Whatever, I caught my first pig and the rest of the boys will be excited to finally have some nutrition in their system, and it would all be because of MY perspiration. MY determination. And all of MY efforts to continue the hunt with massive enthusiasm. The first sight of Ralph initiated a self confident flow through my blood stream and made me walked just a little bit faster. The rest of hunters were trying to keep up with my pace, and I could tell by the quickening of their steps and the heavy breathes that they took in. We reached the landing point that Ralph, Piggy, and Simon were standing on, looking out towards the sea. I tried to get their attention and once they heard me, they turned around with a natural belligerence look on each one of their faces, staring me down with blackened pupils. I tried to ignore that, and show off my catch, but before I could brag, Ralph interrupted me with a malevolent edge to his voice. "You let the fire go out." Darn, the fire... I really hadn't thought much about it lately but I guess since I had nothing much to say about the subject, why not try to avoid it by pointing to the twins, who had just joined us, carrying our pig in between them. "Its only been out for a few hours, BUT look at the pig that I caught!" Ralph, Simon, and Piggy were unimpressed. Ralph was the one to speak again. With even more sharpness, he glared at me while speaking, "There was a ship. And you let the fire go out." A ship? In the sea? Near OUR island?! But I caught a pig! "But look at the pig that we caught. I'll start the fire up again once we get this pig roasting." Before Ralph could stare me down again, Piggy was the one to step up. Ive never seen him so fierce or so full with emotion before. Whoa, where'd Piggy come from? I turned to look at him with boredom but tried to compose my face. He was ragging out about how I had just lost our chances of getting rescued off this bloody island, and then he had my attention at once. He didn't think that I wanted to get off the island too?! Ive been the one trying to get food so we can get off the island ALIVE! If we don't have a balanced nutrition, then we'll all die of the Montezuma’s revenge, because of all those berries that theve been picking up and eating along the way. I immediately lost the composed mask, and without thinking, smacked Piggy with so much force, that he feel to the ground and his specks flew off and onto a near by rock, where one side cracked in agony. Simon was the one to react this time. He went over to the rocks and picked up Piggy's glasses. Simon? Help the fatty? Hmm.. "Now I'ves only got one eye!" Piggy was readjusting himself so that he could see me through the one eye that wasn't broken. "Serves you right FATTY!" I couldn't help it but raise my voice a little louder. All Ralph said then was 'Start the fire'. As soon as the pig was cooked and ready, I started distributing separate portions of meat. All but Piggy was left without a piece and I made sure that it would be kept that way. As I went to go sit down, done from distributing, Piggy called out, "What about my piece?" "Well you didn't hunt," I told him. "Well neither did Ralph or Simon!" He retorted. The look on his face was disbelieving. I wasn't even paying attention to any of the other boys until I saw Simons arm in Piggys picture frame. I looked up at once. He was giving the fatty his meat! The meat that he deserved! Piggy grabbed the piece of meat with no hesitation and began to devour it immediately. "Eat! Damn you!" I through my piece vigorously at Simon and went to go cut my self off another piece. Ralph looked up and said with a set and hard voice, "Im calling a meeting." We all just stared at him like he was crazy, but he just repeated himself. A meeting in the dark? Oh no.. the beastie.

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chapter 3 - LOTF

chapter 3 - LOTF

chapter 3- huts on the beach
perspective- ralph

ALL ME-

Lately, all of the littluns have been going everywhere and are so exhausted during the day because they are having nightmares about the thought that there might be a beastie in the forest. They can't help it, and so today it was just Simon and myself constructing the huts on the beach that we need by now to shelter us as much as possible. First of all, Jack just took off with his "superpower hunting skills" and was determined to hunt us a pig. I mean he was so rapt with hunting this pig, that when he came back from his "hunting trip", he didn't even acknowledge that Simon and I worked our tails off, trying to set up two of the, so many, tents we are supposed to have set up by now. And he didn't even act contrite about the situation, what-so-ever. At that moment, I had so much compulsion to rip out his throat, that all I could do was shout or just look at him with opaque eyes. I mean, Jack didn't notice what vacissitudes I had to go through today, what, with keeping all the littluns in line along with his "crew" or hunters, AND helping Simon set up out huts. Today was a long day but Im just glad that Piggy hadn't heard our conversation Jack, Simon and I had erlier today. I wouldn't have liked to hear some of Piggy's opinions about which task should've been completed first; huts or pig. I mean, Piggy had more than a exceptional reason as to why he thougght the things he did, its just, those thoughts of his, made me look like a fool, when Im trying to get everyone off this bloody island. So, Piggy is just going to have to control his thoughts when he's around me or else im going to pop... and soon.

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chapter 2 - LOTF

chapter 2 - LOTF

chapter 2- fire on the mountain
perspective- piggy

UP IN FLAMES-

"Shut up Piggy!" Ever since we put Ralph incharge, it seems like him and Jack are always batting it out with eachother; trying to put eachother out with eachothers ideas just because Jack wasn't voted as "captain" of the group. Back and forth non stop, and then when I try to make a recrimination or suggestion, they just blow me off cause im the "fatty" and am just slightly overweight than some of the other kids here. I hate this. Ralph keeps saying that his dad is going to magically apear and rescue us from this island which I beleive is like a lost island, and is always TOO officious. One of the choir told us about a beastie, a snake-like-thing, that haunted him, and when Ralph briliantly suggested that we start a fire, the choir went mad and was totally errant all the way up the mountain! (including the boy who told us about the beastie. I really hope nothing happend to anymore of the choir or Jack and Ralph, but they have just really been irritating me lately. Ralph induced the rest of the boys, here on this islend, with the idea, that who ever is holding this conch, is when the rest of the group has to listen to the person but with only one exception of an intureption; himself (Ralph) . When I picked up the conch, they completly ingonored my pressence being there and went on as if I never had spoken. I was really frusturated by the thought that nobody cared, OR cares, if I talk or give my opinion on anything. And it all started when Ralph and Jack started calling me Piggy. When all the choir set off to start the fire, I was set the task to take roll of how many youth there were on the island so we could make sure we had everyone each time we had a meeting. But NOOO.... they just ran off like a herd of gazels and bolted towards the forest. Then whos fault was it for not counting them? Me. I was trying to catch up with them but it felt like my asthma was catching up to me right then because I was suddenly gasping for air. By the time they pinched my specks and used them to set the whole forest in an up roar of blazes, I was furious. After the forest was glowing with a variety of reds and yellows, everyone realized that it was time for the Pig to speak his thoughts.

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