Monday, March 10, 2008

Blog 14 - Revision of "Blog 8 - Separation"

As I crawl out of my secret spot I see all of the spilled guts just laying there as if put there for a meal. The head stuck on the stick is staring at me. The eyes were staring steadfast at me. The blood from the pig trickled onto the ground. The ground became bloody and red while the sand around it sucked the blood just like a towel with water.

She starts to talk and tells me, "I am just a silly little boy."
I thought she was just my imagination but I tried so hard to forget about her that she wouldn't go away and leave my mind.

I was tremulous when the, "Lord of the Flies" spoke to me. She talked about how we thought that the beastie was real and that we could kill it. She said that the beastie is us, is our inner self and we can not get rid of the idea because it is in us all. The corruption in our group is tremendous because of Jack trying to over rule Ralph and the beastie craze by the fire. Before I felt dizzy she said, "They will do you in! Do not go back to the others."
And yet I did not listen because the faint feeling in my gut made my surroundings spin slowly at first but then rapid. Then BOOM everythin turned pitch black and I had fainted.

Once I woke up the sky was turning dark as if I lay there for several hours. I start to walk up the mountain curious to see the beastie. Remembering of what she said. Once I come upon the top I see a figure just moving back and forth because the wind is pushing it. I walk up closer to see what it is. A man just sitting against the rocks with the parachute stuck in between. I feel bad for him so I unhooked his parachute to let him free. His corpse just sat there and I stare until it hits me. The Beastie isn't real. It was a dead mans corpse just swaying back and forth. I have to tell the rest of the group. I look around to see were the group has gone. I have to find them as soon as possible. I see smoke by the ocean. They most have moved the fire down there so it would be easier for them. I ran as fast as I could, to go and tell them but I could only stagger down. I got stuck in the bushes and festoons so I had to crawl on the ground. Once I came out of the bushes I started to yell at them saying that the beastie wasn't real but then they attacked me. The horrible biteing, scratching and the torture. Then the white bright light.

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