AN: this was a school project (hence the italicized vocab words) so I just
thought id post it for writing feedback (And I swear the next chapter for
my other story is almost done!! Its written just not typed, blame my
computer programming teacher....) Anyway R&R (AND FIND THE DEEPER MEANING...g-d
I hate analyzation)
Ralph sat on the long plinth of rock surrounding the beach, thinking in the elephantine way he had gradually picked up from Piggy, only to be interrupted by a piercing ululation from the other side of the island. Startled by the noise, Piggy sat up with a start.
"What was that?" His query to Ralph came out like a susurration, though there was no one around to overhear what was being said. Ralph only shrugged in reply, and began climbing off in search of the source of the noise. Sighting the mountain in the distance, Ralph began the long climb to the top for a better view. He no longer bothered to turn, the scrambling and breathing behind him said that Piggy was right behind him, his asthma causing him to be enervated, less than halfway up.
Upon reaching the apex of the mountain, Ralph was confronted with a view of the entire island. There was a brief cessation of the chanting, causing problems for Ralph who was attempting to follow the sound. Once it resumed, Ralph furtively began his descent down to Jack's side of island, hoping not to be noticed by the rowdy, and possibly inimical, boys. Meeting them when they were feeling unfriendly could prove to be deadly. Ralph cringed, remembering Simon.
After a few moments, the silence was interrupted as detritus fragments of rock fell down the slope of the mountain, as Piggy tripped, again. Ralph froze, hoping to allay his fear that they had been heard. Thankfully, they hadn't. Piggy gesticulated frantically, attempting to say he was sorry without actually opening his mouth.
Finally they reached the edge of the clearing. Peering through the creepers, Ralph had to squint as he was hit by a sudden myopia. It seemed to be caused by the excess smoke from their torrid fire, showing the hunter's had used only the driest branches. Ralph hoped a ship passed now, while the light was so visible.
Looking past the smoke, he could barely make out a group of boys dancing and chanting in a sort of oblong shape. The disorganized rabble couldn't even make a proper circle, Ralph thought with derision. In the center of the circle was a large spear, sharpened at both ends. It was embossed with all sorts of symbols, the raised figures obviously made by Jack's belt knife. It was festooned with pig carcass, the drippings declaring the tribe's savage state.
As Jack approached the center of the circle, the cheering began again with more ebullience. Ralph felt a wave of jealousy wash over him, the tribe had never been that happy with him.
Suddenly, Ralph was grabbed from behind. Rough hands brusquely hauled him from his hiding spot, shoving him toward the center of the circle. As the boys watched him, Ralph wanted so bad to yell at them, but remembered that he was part of civilization so attempted to keep his decorum up, even if it was just an act.
"Well, wha'd'ya want?" Jack's voice came out from across the fire. Ralph cursed the reprobates and their painted chief. As he stared at Jack across the fire, he knew this was the beginning of the end...
Ralph sat on the long plinth of rock surrounding the beach, thinking in the elephantine way he had gradually picked up from Piggy, only to be interrupted by a piercing ululation from the other side of the island. Startled by the noise, Piggy sat up with a start.
"What was that?" His query to Ralph came out like a susurration, though there was no one around to overhear what was being said. Ralph only shrugged in reply, and began climbing off in search of the source of the noise. Sighting the mountain in the distance, Ralph began the long climb to the top for a better view. He no longer bothered to turn, the scrambling and breathing behind him said that Piggy was right behind him, his asthma causing him to be enervated, less than halfway up.
Upon reaching the apex of the mountain, Ralph was confronted with a view of the entire island. There was a brief cessation of the chanting, causing problems for Ralph who was attempting to follow the sound. Once it resumed, Ralph furtively began his descent down to Jack's side of island, hoping not to be noticed by the rowdy, and possibly inimical, boys. Meeting them when they were feeling unfriendly could prove to be deadly. Ralph cringed, remembering Simon.
After a few moments, the silence was interrupted as detritus fragments of rock fell down the slope of the mountain, as Piggy tripped, again. Ralph froze, hoping to allay his fear that they had been heard. Thankfully, they hadn't. Piggy gesticulated frantically, attempting to say he was sorry without actually opening his mouth.
Finally they reached the edge of the clearing. Peering through the creepers, Ralph had to squint as he was hit by a sudden myopia. It seemed to be caused by the excess smoke from their torrid fire, showing the hunter's had used only the driest branches. Ralph hoped a ship passed now, while the light was so visible.
Looking past the smoke, he could barely make out a group of boys dancing and chanting in a sort of oblong shape. The disorganized rabble couldn't even make a proper circle, Ralph thought with derision. In the center of the circle was a large spear, sharpened at both ends. It was embossed with all sorts of symbols, the raised figures obviously made by Jack's belt knife. It was festooned with pig carcass, the drippings declaring the tribe's savage state.
As Jack approached the center of the circle, the cheering began again with more ebullience. Ralph felt a wave of jealousy wash over him, the tribe had never been that happy with him.
Suddenly, Ralph was grabbed from behind. Rough hands brusquely hauled him from his hiding spot, shoving him toward the center of the circle. As the boys watched him, Ralph wanted so bad to yell at them, but remembered that he was part of civilization so attempted to keep his decorum up, even if it was just an act.
"Well, wha'd'ya want?" Jack's voice came out from across the fire. Ralph cursed the reprobates and their painted chief. As he stared at Jack across the fire, he knew this was the beginning of the end...