Blog Eight & Nine

My conversation with the Lord of the Flies was scary. It talked in a scary voice. It tolled me that we couldn't escape it because it lives in each and every one of us. It kept on calling me a stupid little boy. It asked me what I was doing there. It also asked me if I was afraid of it. I said I wasn't. But when I answered my body became a bit tremulous in fear. Just a little bit of fear though. It tolled me that we were going to have fun on the island. I then fainted.

I then awoke. I could feel a trickle of rain come down from the sky and land on my face. I could feel warm blood running on my face. My nose was bleeding. I could feel lit running down my nose, gushing out. After a while some of the blood just dried up round my mouth. I began to walk back. I came to see something moving in the wind. I went to go to go see what it was. I noticed that it was a dead guy. He had a parachute on. It was a big blue parachute. With the rough winds the dead man acted like the puppet. The man was the puppet the strings were the branches the air was the puppeteer. He danced around. Everything he would move the flies would fly of the decomposed face and land back on. I was knelt on my knees. I felt bad. This body should be in the ground, not dangling from some tree atop a mountain. I thought to myself this is what we were so afraid of? This is harmless. And the others must know. I began to stagger down the mountain to inform the others of what i had discovered. I was trying to run at a steadfast speed but it was no use.

I could see that nobody was at the beach. Maybe they went over to Jacks side. Well I went. I could see a little glimmer of light. So I followed it. I heard voices. So I walked closer to tell them about the beast. Hopefully theres no corruption going on. And I hope they believe me. Well I guess we'll find out soon.