Chapters 11 and 12: ...
Piggy
Words cannot express my numbness from the past 24 hours. I'm not going to hide the truth. The journal you are reading is that of a dead man. At the moment I'm not even sure how my ethereal self is able to write this. Alright I realize this journal is starting to make as much sense as the past 24 hours so I'll explain what happened. "You were supposed to be the intelligence of this group, the lone voice of reason replacing their absent conscience. And now look what you've done, they've all fallen apart into savages and you've even bloody broken your specs." Auntie tells me. Suddenly she starts fading away, her sternness never departing from her expression. "Don't leave me Auntie!" I cried. I sat up suddenly, realizing I was having a nightmare. As much of a nightmare this island was itself, I wish I could see. See the barren never ending horizon, see the vibrant hues of the sun rising unopposed by the gray dim clouds. But I doubt I'll ever see again. Yes, I'm afraid my sight has come to a cessation I told myself. It was depressing but true. I felt like yelling an ululation, one that would go past this puny island and be free, free to stretch across to the heavens. Too bad I can't scream that loud. I sit miserably and wait, until eventually Ralph wakes up. He calls a meeting. "We're going down to Castle Rock boys"
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Journal #7
Chapters 9 and 10: The Dance of Death
Simon
I woke up, to the sound of a voice. "Simon. Simon. Wake up. You don't want me to get mad now Simon." I looked up. All the terror that was purged by my restless faint immediately returned three-fold. "Get away!" I shouted at the skull, wondering if the answer to this strange was theological. That was the skull that started all this, the one that brought us here, for before I fainted in the middle of it's illumination. It wanted me dead. It was evil and nothing but. As I stared into the black, cold tunnels of it's eyes, it's jaw grinned with an evil malice. "What are you looking at?" it said flashing a grin. There was nothing left of me in that spot but footprints. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" I could hear it's evil laugh as thorns whipped at my corpulent, beat up body. I was gone, a blur through the trees, not caring where I was going, just running away from the evil of the Lord Of The Flies. Panting, I stopped to breath. A rock at my feet started to move. It looked as if bugs were crawling under it, sending the rock into a wriggling movement. Suddenly it shaped itself into...the LOTF, "HAHAHA RUN SIMON RUN, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR DOOM." it's hollow eye tunnels burst into flames. My feet ran once more, pain and thought replaced solely by adrenaline.
Simon
I woke up, to the sound of a voice. "Simon. Simon. Wake up. You don't want me to get mad now Simon." I looked up. All the terror that was purged by my restless faint immediately returned three-fold. "Get away!" I shouted at the skull, wondering if the answer to this strange was theological. That was the skull that started all this, the one that brought us here, for before I fainted in the middle of it's illumination. It wanted me dead. It was evil and nothing but. As I stared into the black, cold tunnels of it's eyes, it's jaw grinned with an evil malice. "What are you looking at?" it said flashing a grin. There was nothing left of me in that spot but footprints. "HAHAHAHAHAHA" I could hear it's evil laugh as thorns whipped at my corpulent, beat up body. I was gone, a blur through the trees, not caring where I was going, just running away from the evil of the Lord Of The Flies. Panting, I stopped to breath. A rock at my feet started to move. It looked as if bugs were crawling under it, sending the rock into a wriggling movement. Suddenly it shaped itself into...the LOTF, "HAHAHA RUN SIMON RUN, YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR DOOM." it's hollow eye tunnels burst into flames. My feet ran once more, pain and thought replaced solely by adrenaline.
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