Diary Entry Lord Of The Flies

Lizzy Minnerath

Block: 3

Creative Diary

Day 1

I woke up and immediately felt the dizziness hit. It was common occurrence for me. I started to sit up, feeling the aches of my body. The rest of the choirboys were spread around me all in various states of awareness. I realized that the sound I previously thought was inside my head seemed to be some sort of ship horn, persistent long beats every ten seconds or so. Soon the sound woke the rest of my choir including our presumptuous leader, Jack, who motioned us to follow the noise. It took us a while to pick through the thick vines hanging all around us but soon we were at the perimeter of the jungle and at the edge of a strip of beach. At the end of the beach was a gathering of boys on an impressive

Intrigued by the sight, we joined the group. The boy with the shell seemed satisfied with the outcome, and introduced himself as Ralph. At that moment, the heat caught up to me and I felt my body crumple underneath me. I came back to consciousness about five minutes later in the middle of a vote. Ralph was voted chief of the boys, while Jack would lead us hunters. I felt a flicker of smugness as I watched Jack silently fume over the vote. Surprisingly, Ralph picked Jack and I to go explore and figure out if we were on an island. It was exhilarating to explore mountain with them, we even tipped over a giant bolder just for the fun of it. From the top of the mountain we could see that it was clearly an island without any civilization nearby. We decided that it was time to head back to the beach and

In hindsight, this was probably our warning for how the night was to go on. All the bigguns were woken up in the middle of the night by frightened Samneric. They were babbling about a horrendous monster they saw on the mountain. Ralph called a silent meeting where we decided that everyone except Piggy would go hunt the beast. As we walked up the mountain I started to imagine the beast. I could picture a large, menacing animal with claws and fierce teeth. The beast in my mind slowly vanished and turned into a sick, once heroic human. It was like savage beast was now trapped inside the man, a disease of evil that he could not cast out. I tried to shake this picture from my mind, but I could not help but think that there was a sliver of truth to the idea that the only beast was the one within