Lord of the Flies: Journal #8

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Gift for the Darkness

Perspective: Piggy

Hecouticonrazytrol. (Heh-cow-tih-con-ray-zee-troll)

My word of the day today is Hecouticonrazytrol. Now this word is not a normal word. It is a word that I made up to express how I feel about the how the boys on the island are acting. This word is a combination of two words and one phrase. Hectic, out-of-control and crazy.

Hecouticonrazytrol. I personally thought that it was just weird that Jack was the one to call a meeting today and that his obsession of killing pigs is taking over his and the hunters lives. Jack has been acting like a prefect the way that he has been bossing people around and acting like a dictator. I think that Ralph was being very demure about him being the leader, which I thought made him better out of the two. Just to say Ralph’s name anymore seemed like a taboo because of his demoniac attitude toward the others, especially when he was trying to persuade the boys to choose him as a leader instead of Ralph. And then Simon goes on saying about how he thinks all of us should go up the mountain to hunt for the beastie, that he doesn’t believe in, so I have a feeling that he just wants to show the littluns that there is really no beastie.

I was more than ecstatic when no one voted for Jack to be leader and he then took off. I think life will be easier without him bossing people around always bragged about the pigs that he tortures and kills until he paunches them. For some reason I feel as though I am more confident with myself and is more willing to help out the community by gathering wood and allowing my glasses to be used as a tool to light the fire.

My blissful feeling of being freed from Jack was brought to its all-time low when he returned with all the hunters with a huge female pig, which was probably the only female on the island. I thought it was great for him that he caught a huge pig, but I didn’t like the fact that he came back to use our fire so he could cook the pig, who had gouts dripping all over and all its internal organs ripped right out.

The day was long, boring yet full of action and my emotions were on a rollercoaster. Still, my one word for the day is hecouticonrazytrol.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #7

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Shadows and Tall Trees

Perspective: Simon

The Hunt for the Beastie

The day continued as the hunt for the beastie was on hold. After the long hike up the mountain, our brake stop took place at a ledge with lots of rocks that were being pushed and rolled of the ledge and down the flat rocks. The air smelled fresh, clean and crisp and the scent around us was pure nature. The trees and other plants swayed in the light wind while the birds chirped and the creepers scurried around the dense forest floor. All around me I could see pink tables of granite, strange growths of coral polyp and weed. I noticed my skin was very dirty and full of brine. The younger boys were perfectly entertained by the rolling rocks that stumbled down the cliff and splashed into the water that sent water drops all the way up the ledge.

After a while of resting all the boys and I started talking about the fact that the day was passing and that we weren’t going to be able to keep going after a while because the sky would be pitch black. We decided that we had the option of staying here overnight and continuing our journal for the beastie tomorrow morning, or go back the huts and the clearing where we would be able to begin the journey from home, but get a much earlier start so we would have enough time to make it there and back before dark. The boys decided that it wasn’t worth it to go all the way home and then back up the mountain and throw a whole day worth of hiking away. The only conflict was that someone would have to go back to the huts where Piggy was watching the littluns, and tell him that we were staying overnight so he wouldn’t be worried.

I immediately agreed to travel down the mountain to tell Piggy hoping that my decision had been made sagely. Even though the boys and I knew it was a dangerous trip, I volunteered anyway. My journal back the huts where are camp was set up was going to take me a long time, because I had to walk across the whole entire island. Traveling alone wasn’t exactly the scary part, it was just frightening to be out the open with no real help if I were to get hurt or lost. I switched off walking and running toward the dense forest full of creepers. The forest was the exact opposite of moors because there was not a clearing that I knew of hardly anywhere, considering that my sight was affected by the darkness of the sky. My body was in pain, but I hadn’t realized that it was because I had cuts and scrapes all over my body because of the thorns, vines and sharp sticks. I tripped a couple of times, but it became a necessity because it happened so much. I continued my journey with a dun expression and for some reason I felt bravado walking across the island by myself. After a while I got tired and was barely able to keep my eyes open, but I tried real hard, not knowing what was going to happen as I walked the treacherous distance across what was pretty much considered out island.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #6

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Beast in Air

Perspective: Jack

The Beastie Has Come

“Look over there! Look what’s falling!” Sam and Eric were shouting. The dark night disabled me from seeing a clear picture of what the falling object was, but I was able to make out the outline of the figure. At first the idea of something falling from the sky was ludicrous to me, but then I really that something could actually be there. Sam and Eric kept shouting what they saw, “It looks like a shadow of a parachute! Look everyone, its head it flopping up and down! You can hear the parachute swinging in the wind! It has sharp teeth and claws! It must be the beastie!” Their effigy of the monster seemed very interesting. At first I thought I was hearing the lamentation of the littluns, but then I realized that they were just whining because of their fear of the beastie. It seemed like Ralphs hope would come true. He had wished that an adult would send a message to the island. The creature didn’t look exactly like a message to me, but it didn’t seem like something unimportant. I knew I was going to have to take a look at it.

As soon as all the boys were gathered around from all the commotion, Ralph took charge. He didn’t blow the conch, but everyone seemed to listen to him…for about a minute, which is when the arguments and shouting out started. No one was following the rule of the conch. Instead of being able to talk only when you had the conch, boys were constantly blurting out words and yelling and screaming whenever they felt the need to say something, and you could hear the discursive voices of other boys in the background. At this point, I don’t think there is any reason to have the conch because no one is following the rules. There just isn’t anymore significance to the conch anymore.

Later that morning, I lead the group that went up to go investigate the supposed beastie. As we hiked up the forest-covered mountain, we rounded the corner tempestuously and came to a ledge, which had flat rocks down the slope, which made it look more like a cliff. When we stopped to rest, me and a lot of the other boys starting rolling rocks down the cliff. Our minds we having so much fun playing with the rocks that we no longer felt the need to go looking for the falling beastie. I could see that Ralph was very angry with us, but at that moment I didn’t care about him because he wasn’t being a very good leader, and frankly I didn’t care about anything else at the moment except having fun.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #5

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Beast in Water

Perspective: Ralph

The Gathering

Do you ever get that feeling, when everything is out of control and you feel that it is your responsibility to fix it? That feeling was surely taking me over, if it already hadn’t. Many of the boys on the island were embroiled, which spread throughout all the boys and seemed interminable. Many of the littluns were worried about the beastie, and the hunters were focused on catching piglets. All I knew was that, as the leader, I had to take charge and put order to the island of out of control boys.

The gathering began at dusk and in the beginning of the gathering, all of the light had faded away, leaving the skies as black as a dark cat’s fur. I began the meeting discussing the rules that needed to be set. The now-enforced rules are:

• You may only go to the bathroom near the rocks, where the tide will take the waste away.


• The will only be one fire, which is on the top of the mountain and can be used for cooking.


• Everyone on the island will now have to contribute which means:

1. Helping build the huts

2. Help fill the coconut shells with water from the river

3. Make sure the fire is always lit.

In order for this island to run smoothly, these rules were imperative. As everyone sat around the guano covered rocks and logs, the conversations started to lean toward the topic of the beastie. The gathering seemed like it was very under control, thanks to me stepping up and taking charge. The littluns were all scared of the beastie, thinking of all the possible forms the beastie could come in. Percival, who is a littlun, was extremely afraid of the beastie. His cousin was the little kid that died during the fire that spread throughout the forest. He started having thoughts and theory’s that the beastie was the one that killed his cousin, not the raging fire. At once, Percival let out a scream that was terrifying to listen to. No one knew what was going on with Percival, especially because it was pitch black.

The meeting continued, but became more and more out of control by the minute. The older boys, such as Simon, Jack and I, were trying to convince the littluns that there was no beastie on the island and then we started to think of how we would deal with this situation if we were adults. Jack suddenly started yelling and was acting as if he were waxy. Boys all around the somewhat triangle, were speaking and shouting even though they weren’t holding the conch. My great plan was becoming ruined because the littluns were afraid of the beastie. Some thought the beastie was lurking in the water like a leviathan, and some thought that the beastie was a ghost. Now the thoughts and nightmares and suspicions of the beastie being on this island were become so real, and I even puzzled me to think that I, out of all people would consider the fact: Was there really a beastie on this island?

Lord of the Flies: Journal #4

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Painted Faces and Long Hair

Perspective: Piggy

The Greatest Potential Rescue Ruined Because of Jack

I saw it in the distance. It was there right before my eyes. So many thoughts ran passed me and I just stood in shock at what I was witnessing. It was probably the greatest moment I have had here on the island. It was a ship. But to me it wasn’t just a ship. It was a potentially life-saving device that would take us home to our warm beds and family and friends with homemade soup and fresh meat. As soon as I could grasp a sense of the miraculous moment I ran to tell the blatant others that were standing close by. The others were just as astonished as I was.

The only problem was that no one was able to see the smoke because the hunters had let the fire go out. I could tell that Ralph was extremely angry and frustrated because of his malevolent expression. The hunters were the ones that were supposed to keep the fire going, but instead they were out hunting.

As soon as the hunters returned from the hunting trip, Ralph went out after them up the mountain, and from the point that I saw him take off running, I knew this wasn’t going to be a civilized conversation. It was going to be a fight with raised voices… and I was right. Ralph ran straight up through the creepers that made blood stream out of the deep cuts in his skin from the thorns and sharp sticks that were slicing him. There probably wouldn’t be a balm strong enough to heal the wounds that Ralph had. Ralph was already a ways away when he started to deliberate on whether to come back and get my glasses or try to start the fire by himself.

Ralph just ran and ran until he reached Jack where he stopped and the “civilized conversations” started. Ralph and Jack both yelled at each other with belligerence. Finally Simon and I caught up and realized that Jack had a successful hunting trip because in the twins hands was a pig with gouts dripping out onto the rocks.

The fight went on for a very long time with Ralph, Simon and I accusing Jack of letting the fire go out, while he was defending himself. Ralph was accusing Jack of playing dirty tricks. In Jacks eyes there were several emotions. I could see fear, guilt and pride. The emotions were all from him catching the pig, letting the fire go out and ruining the greatest potential rescue.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #3

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Huts on the Beach

Perspective: Simon

Just Me and Ralph

Today was a very enjoyable day. Today, unlike any of the other ones, seemed to be extremely pleasurable and peaceful. Most of the day I helped Ralph build the huts on the beach. The first thing we did was dig big ditches in the ground. The vicissitudes of digging the hole left me very exhausted by the time we were finished. Ralph and seemed to get together very well today. I was just happy that I got a chance to further help the community by building these huts for shelter.

I for one thought that the huts were built very well and that the rest of the boys would appreciate the work that we had done for them. At first the huts seemed inscrutable, but then they became clearer when we hung the string of leaves up for a roof that was almost opaque. At one point I found Ralph staring at the huts with a rapt expression that probably meant he was delighted to help and was satisfied with our final product. Often times throughout the hours we were working, Ralph susurrations left me wondering what he wasn’t saying with his full vocal projection.

The rest of the day felt so peaceful. My afternoon was full of life, listening to birds chirp, bees hum and watching colorful flowers bloom. The feeling was hard to describe. Being alone in the middle of a forest watching nature’s works was a privilidge to me considering that I am stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere with nothing but boys who seem to slightly misbehaved and uncontrollable. But the thought would never be able to overpower the feeling of mother doing the miracles of everyday life right before my eyes.

The bees, butterflies and flowers weren’t the only thing surrounding me. The peaceful forest was covered in bright fruit. The fruit was so juicy with a taste that was irresistible. I couldn’t help but do the right thing and pick some of the other fruit for the other boys.

Today was a good day on the island. I just wish that I could have more times like that to be alone and not have to worry about anything or anyone, just me and Mother Nature. The huts were nice too. I really enjoyed the opportunity to work together with Ralph to create shelters for the boys. Today ending on a good note, with just me and the forest and started on a good note with just me and Ralph.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #2

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Fire on the Mountain

Perspective: Jack

Piggy with the Conch

Piggy, Piggy, Piggy. How annoying could one person possibly get? Today was so hectic with the raging fire, that I really didn't need Piggy trying to get our attention. The idea of the fire was a very good idea, but according to Piggy, it wasn't. The whole time we were fetching more wood and trying to keep the fire burning, Piggy just when on babbling about the rule in which whoever was holding the conch was the speaker and only Ralph could interrupt him. Piggy was definitely taking this rule too seriously, because under the circumstances we were in, there was no reason not to just say what you wanted to say.

I was particularly excited to build the fire. I felt so wild doing something that my parents would have never approved of. The building of the fire went extremely well except when it spread throughout the forest tearing through everything in sight like a tornado tearing everything up in the plains of Kansas. The fire frightened me very much. I didn’t exactly know how to feel when I found out that the fire had killed the boy with the birth mark-- the one who thought there were beasties lurking in the forest.

That nasty ole pig. It definitely bugged me. Maybe even more than Piggy. It hurt more inside just to know that I was humiliated for not killing the pig right then and there. But, without a single doubt I will have that pig slaughtered to death and roasted to make a very tasty meal in front of my own eyes.

Overall the day went well… acutely I can’t say that because of the out-of-control fire and the constant annoyance of my fellow, er…friend Piggy. Ughh…Piggy.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #1

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Sound of the Shell

Perspective: Ralph

The Conch

To me, the island was mysterious. The island was full of creepers, crawling on the uneven floors of the dense forest. Being on the island with only kids gave me feelings of fear and being unsecure. I knew that somehow I would have to step up and take control so this island wouldn’t be full of insane children and adolescents. The island had a particular scent coming from the swamps that put a grimace on my face when I first noticed it. After being on the island for a while though, the smell disappeared. The island was indeed windy, so I mostly heard trees and leaves being thrown around in the wind like sea grass in strong currents.

The mysterious island made me very curious, so as soon as I could I went out to explore. The dense forest was full of creepers and vines that tangled you up and pulled you to the forest floor where you then cut your hands on either thorns or sharp sticks. When I got out of the forest, a pond awaited. As I checked out the pond, I met a young fellow who I called Piggy. Piggy was fat and plump. To me he was a very interesting character. At first I thought of him as annoying, but realized that his knowledge could be of use to the island (I still thought he was annoying though.)

While wading in the pond, I finally decided to go in so I stripped off my clothes and took a dive into the murky pond water. As I sat on a rock in the pond, I found something very interesting. It was very heavy and looked like a giant shell the size of my head. Then I realized it was a conch shell. The outside had a rough texture, but the inside was a beautiful shade of smooth pink. When I blew through the conch, it bellowed out a deep sound like a horn. It was so loud that I was sure you’d be able to hear it from across the island… and indeed you could.

Very soon after I had blown the conch, other boys on the island approached us. When the boys approached I was surprised to see them all wearing black cloaks. The boys were part of a choir. The leader of the choir was named Jack. He was very tall and acted maturely. Later, we took a vote to see who should be the leader. As I had predicted, I was selected as the leader to run the group of boys. Simon was another boy that came along. He was shy, but felt the need and want to help out the community. After a while of talking, we had a leadership board being formed of me, Jack and Simon. Piggy wanted to be a part of it, and we considered, but did not consider him officially apart of the group.

After that Jack, Simon and I went to explore the island and stood on top of a mountain that overlooked the whole island. We could see that it was just the boys and the island. The four of us stood gazing over the island looking at beautiful beaches and coral reefs all because of the call of the conch.