Narrative of Lord of the Flies essays

Narrative of Lord of the Flies essays It all began when we crashed on the island. The Island was spectacular, a paradise, our paradise. There was about 15 of us, almost all were complete strangers. I sat there, blowing the conch, the beautiful, powerful conch, as the boys on the island came to the platform. Then we saw a darkness coming towards us; that's when it all began. The experiences i had on this island, this paradise, changed me forever. To begin, most of us did not know each other, yet quickly made bonds with each other, such as Piggy and I. All of us decided we needed a leader and the choice was either Jack or I. I was chosen, that is when Jack began to hate me. At first, everything went well, we had many meetings, which the boys loved, and we made rules. Some of the boys had certain roles or jobs, such as Jack and his choir being the hunters, and Sam and Eric watching over the fire. Everyone agreed that we should have rules and jobs, but no one wanted to follow these rules of do their jobs. "We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, were not savages..."(Golding 38) Jack said. After a conversation with Jack about the boys not working and the hunters not killing any pigs, the tension between us was felt at al times. Not long after crashing on the island, the boys began to resort to violence. Jack and his choir began to love hunting, just for the feeling of power after they've killed. Jack began to bring more boys hunting with him, which caused the boys to stop following rules and stop doing their jobs. The boys came up with a chant for celebrations after killing pigs. "Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood"(Golding 63). Everyone participated in the celebrations and chants, including me. Sometimes, though, some boys got carried away. During the chants, one boy would act like a pig and all the other boys would be hunters. In the where some boys got carried away, the boy acting like the pig would get hurt. Thi...