Disclamer: I do not own Lord of the Flies!!!!
Author's Note: This is an English essay that I have written and I was hoping I could get some reviews on it before I hand it in. So pleas R & R!!!!!
Lord of the Flies: Narrative Essay
I felt my knee against something hard and rocked a charred truck that was edgy to the touch. The sharp cinders that had been the bark, pushed down against the back of my knee and I knew that Roger had sat down. I felt with my hands and lowered myself beside Roger, while the trunk rocked among invisible ashes. Roger said nothing. He offered no opinion on the beast nor did he tell me why he had chosen to come on this mad expedition. He simple sat and rocked the trunk gently.
Roger was a mystery to me. In fact, ever single person on this island was a mystery to me. I could read them well, of that I was sure.
Piggy was the outcast. He wasn't smart, per say, but he did carry a wisdom that many others on the island did not have. Others like Jack.
Jack was one to be wary of. He kept his distance, but he was always analyzing the situation, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, like a snake on guard. Jack was defiantly one to be wary of.
I drifted away from my revelations and focused on the highly more frightening situation at hand. Jack had gone off in search of the beast, if there really was one. Logic told me that it was impossible; couldn't be real. But I still felt that fear of the unknown; that childish fear of things that go "bump in the night."
'It was foolish,' I continued to tell myself, but the inkling of what could be hiding just a little ways away, stayed with me.
I shuddered at the thought, and physically shuddered from the cold. The sudden breeze was a rude awakening into reality. When it died down nothing was left but the endless night. You could hardly see the glow of the fire on the beach. I strained my eyes to see through the thick haze of darkness, but no light could break through this dark cover on night. There was no light now to send the warm glow of humanity, to ease our fears and comfort us with its familiarity. There was no familiarity here. The night had risen and the day appeared to have no chance of recovering.
Was it fated for us to die here? Will millions of our bleaching bones forever lie on these white sands? And because of what? A beast of all things! It seemed so completely senseless that I almost laughed at the stupidity of it. But then again, maybe there was a beast, but not the kind of beast that Jack and the littl'uns were worried about, but the kind that Simon talked about; the kind that was inside all of us just tearing to get out. All of this untamed wild was taunting our inner monsters; coaxing them out into the open and bidding us to abandon civility and give into our savage natures. But we can't abandon civility. It would be like giving away our last link to humanity and our last hope of rescue.
There was a slithering noise high above, the sound of someone taking giant and dangerous strides on rock or ash. Then Jack found use, and was shivering and croaking in a voice that was just barely recognizable as his own.
"I saw a thing on top."