Hamanistan
18-05-2004, 06:10
This is a project I had to write for an english class. If you have not read Lord of the Flies it would be almost impossible for you to understand it. Feedback would be appreciated.
Ralph woke with a start. “Just another dream” he thought to himself. Ralph and the rest of the boys from the island had been rescued only two days before by the destroyer the HMS Henry and every night Ralph had been woken up by nightmares. Every night it was the same, it started out at the feast with Jack’s tribe. Only in Ralph’s dream he was the only one at the feast, he was the only one who was dancing and chanting, and he was the one who killed Simon. Then it would go to Castle Rock. Where Ralph would just watch as Piggy was hurled through the air onto the rocks below. From across the room Ralph heard someone mutter in their sleep. Perhaps he was not the only one who was having trouble living with his newfound knowledge of the evil of mankind.
From across the room, Jack was lying on the floor watching Ralph intently, as if Jack thought Ralph might try to kill him in his sleep. There was something else bothering him. It was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that said one thing and one thing only, over and over again. “Murderer, murderer, murderer.” Jack had tried to ignore the voice but it was no use. The voice would be in his head for the rest of his life and Jack knew it. Ralph began to sit up. “What is he doing,” Jack thought to himself. Jack began to get up as well but decided against it. Jack closed one eye, leaving the other open to watch Ralph, and when Ralph lay back down on his cot, Jack closed the other eye, and slowly fell asleep.
The sun was beaming through the porthole in the small cramped room where the boys all lay; some still asleep while others just waking up. Ralph had been up since his nightmare. He never went back to sleep after he had the dream; he was too afraid. Ralph saw Samneric get up off their cots, and carefully climbed his way over the other cots towards them. He was about to say good morning when a booming voice came through the speakers. “Land ho!” At once every boy was awake and scrambling up the ladders to the top to see England. The home that had seemed so unreachable when they had been on the island was now in plain sight. But it was so different. There was debris floating in the water, and there was the burning smell of death lingering in the air. Some of the boys began jumping up and down in happiness, others cried, Ralph and Jack just stared.
Ralph heard one of the sailors standing beside him mutter “Oh my God.”
“Wha…What happened here?” Ralph asked the sailor in a barely audible whisper.
The sailor simply began to sob, and Ralph suddenly was hit with a great deal of grief. Although he still was not sure what was going on seeing a grownup crying brought tears to his eyes and turned his stomach into a giant knot. Jack looked over at Ralph, and saw he was beginning to cry. “What’s wrong with you,” Jack said in an almost mocking way. Ralph turned away, unable to look anyone in the face, let alone the boy who had tried to have him killed.
“Go away,” Ralph said suddenly filled with rage.
“Quit your blubbering,” Jack responded and quietly walked away.
As the outlines of what used to be a busy port came into view, the children suddenly became very quite. There were ships jutting out of the water, the docks were in shambles, no one on board could believe their eyes. The sailors were standing along the rails, not moving. Ralph turned to the crying sailor and asked “What happened?”
“There’s nobody left. They have all been killed,” the sailor muttered, still sobbing. Ralph turned away silently not knowing what to think. Ralph thought to himself, “What if we will be all alone again? What if everyone’s gone?” He quickly dismissed the idea and began staring at the wreckage.
The ship finally stopped next to a dock which was still standing, but looked like it could fall at any second. The sailors suddenly began running around, throwing ropes over the sides of the ship, and moving everything to where it should be, as if some one were going to be inspecting the ship. Some of the sailors were still just staring into the horizon, their eyes glazed over as if they were in a never-ending trance. Ralph suddenly realized that they were begging to unload the ship. He then saw that there were people walking towards the dock. “I knew there were people left. I knew we wouldn’t be the only ones left.” Ralph thought to himself. He then hurried towards the ramp that spanned the gap between the ship and the dock, when he ran into Roger. Roger turned around and stared at Ralph with eyes only a mad man would posses. Frightened Ralph stopped and let step onto the dock, and begin walking towards the remains of the town before he started walking towards the ramp again.
Once off the ship Ralph noticed that the dock was even less sturdy than it had looked. It creaked every time he took a step, and there were many boards that were missing. To make matters worse some of the littluns had begun to jump around on it. Ralph opened his mouth to tell them to stop, but was stopped when Jack walked over and gave them a cold stare. Ralph finally reached land and was unsure of what to do. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his head and covered his eyes. Out of reflex, Ralph turned and swung as hard as he could at the person behind him. Ralph’s fist connected with his assailant’s jaw, and when Ralph’s eyes were finally uncovered he saw who he had hit. “Oh, um, sorry ‘bout that Sam,” Ralph said while holding out his hand to help Sam up, “I’ve been some what jumpy lately.”
“It’s alright,” Sam replied, “just wish you would have said something before taking a swing at me.”
Sam still holding his jaw stood up and motioned for Eric to come over.
“Do you know where we are supposed to go?” Eric said while walking over to Ralph and Sam, “Me and Sam here have been asking all around.”
“Nope,” Ralph replied, “you don’t happen to know what happened here do you.”
“Sorry, we don’t know, but I bet if we were to walk around the town someone would tell us,” Sam said, still rubbing his jaw.
“Alright, let’s go then,” Ralph said, in a bit of a better mood now that he had found the closest things he has to friends from the island.
With that the three boys began walking down the street that led out of the docks. The boys were still looking when the sun began to sink below the horizon. “I believe we best find someplace to sleep tonight,” Ralph said while looking at the sky.
“Yeah, your probably right Ralph,” a voice behind the three boys said.
The boys turned to see who had said that, and were shocked to find Jack leaning against a building.
“What do you want,” Ralph yelled at Jack, almost shocking himself with the intensity of his voice.
Jack replied, “What do you mean what do I want. I want the same things you idiots want, a place to sleep, and to find someone who can tell me what happened here.”
“Well you can find out for yourself, because you aren’t welcome with us,” Ralph snapped back. With that Jack walked towards Ralph, stopping only a few inches from Ralph’s face.
“Listen, you are lucky you got off the island, you should still be on the island like your friends Simon, and Piggy. You,” Jack was interrupted by a quick jab to his nose and suddenly the Ralph and Jack were rolling on the ground fighting as if their very lives depended on it.
Ralph and Jack fought for five minutes before stopping to take catch their breath. “What’s the matter,” Jack said still panting rather heavily, “you given up?”
“You wish,” replied Ralph heaving taking in gulps of air between words, “I’ll make you wish you never were born.” With that being said Ralph leapt up and charged back towards Jack, but before he could reach him a giant hand grabbed him by the back of the shirt. Ralph looked behind him to see who was holding him back. When Ralph saw what had caught him he let out a high pitched yelp and began to struggle away from his captor. His captor was completely covered in giant blisters and rashes. His skin was turning yellow from infection and pus was oozing out of a few of the open wounds. When Jack looked to see what was going on, his eyes became as large as golf balls and he screamed out, “The beast, he…he’s followed us here.”
Jack then turned and ran back towards the dock, back towards safety. Ralph’s captor let him go and Ralph crumbled to the floor. He looked around for Samneric, but they were nowhere to be found. Suddenly the beast began to speak. “My name is Joseph, and I heard that you would like to know what happened here, am I correct?”
“Yes, but what are you?”
“Well, I am one of the few survivors from the bomb. It was only two weeks ago when the bomb hit us. It was the nuclear bombs. There are only a few small towns and ports that were left standing. Everyone else was killed by the blasts. What you once new of England is not more, there is only a lifeless crater left now. We are all alone.”
Ralph’s eyes were wide with terror, “Could it be? Could it be that we have arrived once again on an empty island? I thought that it was over, but now I come back, and its like it was back on the island.” Ralph continued to talk to himself for the next twenty minutes, not noticing the scarred man walk away, only when the moon came out and reflected its light off of the water of the ocean. He then slowly stood up and walked inside the charred remains of a warehouse and fell asleep.
Ralph woke with a start. “Just another dream” he thought to himself. Ralph and the rest of the boys from the island had been rescued only two days before by the destroyer the HMS Henry and every night Ralph had been woken up by nightmares. Every night it was the same, it started out at the feast with Jack’s tribe. Only in Ralph’s dream he was the only one at the feast, he was the only one who was dancing and chanting, and he was the one who killed Simon. Then it would go to Castle Rock. Where Ralph would just watch as Piggy was hurled through the air onto the rocks below. From across the room Ralph heard someone mutter in their sleep. Perhaps he was not the only one who was having trouble living with his newfound knowledge of the evil of mankind.
From across the room, Jack was lying on the floor watching Ralph intently, as if Jack thought Ralph might try to kill him in his sleep. There was something else bothering him. It was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that said one thing and one thing only, over and over again. “Murderer, murderer, murderer.” Jack had tried to ignore the voice but it was no use. The voice would be in his head for the rest of his life and Jack knew it. Ralph began to sit up. “What is he doing,” Jack thought to himself. Jack began to get up as well but decided against it. Jack closed one eye, leaving the other open to watch Ralph, and when Ralph lay back down on his cot, Jack closed the other eye, and slowly fell asleep.
The sun was beaming through the porthole in the small cramped room where the boys all lay; some still asleep while others just waking up. Ralph had been up since his nightmare. He never went back to sleep after he had the dream; he was too afraid. Ralph saw Samneric get up off their cots, and carefully climbed his way over the other cots towards them. He was about to say good morning when a booming voice came through the speakers. “Land ho!” At once every boy was awake and scrambling up the ladders to the top to see England. The home that had seemed so unreachable when they had been on the island was now in plain sight. But it was so different. There was debris floating in the water, and there was the burning smell of death lingering in the air. Some of the boys began jumping up and down in happiness, others cried, Ralph and Jack just stared.
Ralph heard one of the sailors standing beside him mutter “Oh my God.”
“Wha…What happened here?” Ralph asked the sailor in a barely audible whisper.
The sailor simply began to sob, and Ralph suddenly was hit with a great deal of grief. Although he still was not sure what was going on seeing a grownup crying brought tears to his eyes and turned his stomach into a giant knot. Jack looked over at Ralph, and saw he was beginning to cry. “What’s wrong with you,” Jack said in an almost mocking way. Ralph turned away, unable to look anyone in the face, let alone the boy who had tried to have him killed.
“Go away,” Ralph said suddenly filled with rage.
“Quit your blubbering,” Jack responded and quietly walked away.
As the outlines of what used to be a busy port came into view, the children suddenly became very quite. There were ships jutting out of the water, the docks were in shambles, no one on board could believe their eyes. The sailors were standing along the rails, not moving. Ralph turned to the crying sailor and asked “What happened?”
“There’s nobody left. They have all been killed,” the sailor muttered, still sobbing. Ralph turned away silently not knowing what to think. Ralph thought to himself, “What if we will be all alone again? What if everyone’s gone?” He quickly dismissed the idea and began staring at the wreckage.
The ship finally stopped next to a dock which was still standing, but looked like it could fall at any second. The sailors suddenly began running around, throwing ropes over the sides of the ship, and moving everything to where it should be, as if some one were going to be inspecting the ship. Some of the sailors were still just staring into the horizon, their eyes glazed over as if they were in a never-ending trance. Ralph suddenly realized that they were begging to unload the ship. He then saw that there were people walking towards the dock. “I knew there were people left. I knew we wouldn’t be the only ones left.” Ralph thought to himself. He then hurried towards the ramp that spanned the gap between the ship and the dock, when he ran into Roger. Roger turned around and stared at Ralph with eyes only a mad man would posses. Frightened Ralph stopped and let step onto the dock, and begin walking towards the remains of the town before he started walking towards the ramp again.
Once off the ship Ralph noticed that the dock was even less sturdy than it had looked. It creaked every time he took a step, and there were many boards that were missing. To make matters worse some of the littluns had begun to jump around on it. Ralph opened his mouth to tell them to stop, but was stopped when Jack walked over and gave them a cold stare. Ralph finally reached land and was unsure of what to do. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his head and covered his eyes. Out of reflex, Ralph turned and swung as hard as he could at the person behind him. Ralph’s fist connected with his assailant’s jaw, and when Ralph’s eyes were finally uncovered he saw who he had hit. “Oh, um, sorry ‘bout that Sam,” Ralph said while holding out his hand to help Sam up, “I’ve been some what jumpy lately.”
“It’s alright,” Sam replied, “just wish you would have said something before taking a swing at me.”
Sam still holding his jaw stood up and motioned for Eric to come over.
“Do you know where we are supposed to go?” Eric said while walking over to Ralph and Sam, “Me and Sam here have been asking all around.”
“Nope,” Ralph replied, “you don’t happen to know what happened here do you.”
“Sorry, we don’t know, but I bet if we were to walk around the town someone would tell us,” Sam said, still rubbing his jaw.
“Alright, let’s go then,” Ralph said, in a bit of a better mood now that he had found the closest things he has to friends from the island.
With that the three boys began walking down the street that led out of the docks. The boys were still looking when the sun began to sink below the horizon. “I believe we best find someplace to sleep tonight,” Ralph said while looking at the sky.
“Yeah, your probably right Ralph,” a voice behind the three boys said.
The boys turned to see who had said that, and were shocked to find Jack leaning against a building.
“What do you want,” Ralph yelled at Jack, almost shocking himself with the intensity of his voice.
Jack replied, “What do you mean what do I want. I want the same things you idiots want, a place to sleep, and to find someone who can tell me what happened here.”
“Well you can find out for yourself, because you aren’t welcome with us,” Ralph snapped back. With that Jack walked towards Ralph, stopping only a few inches from Ralph’s face.
“Listen, you are lucky you got off the island, you should still be on the island like your friends Simon, and Piggy. You,” Jack was interrupted by a quick jab to his nose and suddenly the Ralph and Jack were rolling on the ground fighting as if their very lives depended on it.
Ralph and Jack fought for five minutes before stopping to take catch their breath. “What’s the matter,” Jack said still panting rather heavily, “you given up?”
“You wish,” replied Ralph heaving taking in gulps of air between words, “I’ll make you wish you never were born.” With that being said Ralph leapt up and charged back towards Jack, but before he could reach him a giant hand grabbed him by the back of the shirt. Ralph looked behind him to see who was holding him back. When Ralph saw what had caught him he let out a high pitched yelp and began to struggle away from his captor. His captor was completely covered in giant blisters and rashes. His skin was turning yellow from infection and pus was oozing out of a few of the open wounds. When Jack looked to see what was going on, his eyes became as large as golf balls and he screamed out, “The beast, he…he’s followed us here.”
Jack then turned and ran back towards the dock, back towards safety. Ralph’s captor let him go and Ralph crumbled to the floor. He looked around for Samneric, but they were nowhere to be found. Suddenly the beast began to speak. “My name is Joseph, and I heard that you would like to know what happened here, am I correct?”
“Yes, but what are you?”
“Well, I am one of the few survivors from the bomb. It was only two weeks ago when the bomb hit us. It was the nuclear bombs. There are only a few small towns and ports that were left standing. Everyone else was killed by the blasts. What you once new of England is not more, there is only a lifeless crater left now. We are all alone.”
Ralph’s eyes were wide with terror, “Could it be? Could it be that we have arrived once again on an empty island? I thought that it was over, but now I come back, and its like it was back on the island.” Ralph continued to talk to himself for the next twenty minutes, not noticing the scarred man walk away, only when the moon came out and reflected its light off of the water of the ocean. He then slowly stood up and walked inside the charred remains of a warehouse and fell asleep.