Bronwyn: A Narrative Fiction

The first act of destruction on the island follows the idea of the diseases and fallen human nature, is the pushing of the boulder. After three of the boys have noticed the boulder, they decide to ‘accept the challenge’, which they succeed in doing so. The fact that they didn’t need to remove the boulder from the mountain portrays the fact that the smallest things that the boys notice in their way have to be somehow destroyed. This displays the temptation in which the island is leading them to, as if they are obsessed by the thought of destruction in these early stages. The pushing of the rock symbolises the naturally destructive instincts that loses the innocence inside the children who are immediate to disturb the harmony of the island, following Golding’s theories. The islands reaction to the rock is through the forest shaking ‘with the passage of an enraged monster’. Golding uses the word ‘monster’ to describe this, to imply that the boys have let out a metaphorical beast onto the island which portrays the evil inside of the boys beginning to become exposed and their evil nature beginning. Furthermore, this portrays the battle between the diseased mankind and the natural world starting to corrupt the island.

In 1930, a newsman in The Pas, Manitoba, wrote about a little Inuit town right off of Lake Angikuni. The town had dependably respected the hide trappers who went through once in a while. In any case, in 1930 Joe Labelle, a hide trapper surely understood in the town, found that every one of the villagers had gone. He discovered unfinished shirts that still had needles in them and sustenance hanging over flame pits and in this manner reasoned that the villagers had left all of a sudden. Considerably additionally aggravating, he discovered seven sled puppies dead from starvation and a grave that had been uncovered. Labelle realized that a creature couldn't have been mindful in light of the fact that the stones revolving around the grave were undisturbed.

Winnie sighed. She had been waiting for Mr. Scamander to come back for a few hours. The minute he had left, she started wandering around, looking at the beautiful, strange creatures around her. But she began to get bored. Not that anyone could get bored of these animals, each one was as fantastic as the one before. She was bored because she was a people person, and she had no one to talk to, unless you counted the jarvey, which Winnie certainly did not. So after a few minutes, she found her way back to the room she had originally fallen into. She sat right beside the ladder, glancing up every few minutes, hoping that he would come. She didn’t know how long it took to get to Saint-Pierre, but she imagined it couldn’t be longer than half a day.

The horse beneath was gradually turning restless. Nathaniel also was becoming impatient, but it would all be worthwhile. It was the first Friday of October, that's when the creature always came out. It'd made a habit of following the same pattern, a yearly ritual. Through the town, crashing through the church windows and then straight out on to the moon-lit moors. From there on, nobody knew. None of the villagers had ever possessed the nerve to track its movements any further.

This boulder rolls down the hill and hits Piggy square in the chest. This happened so fast nobody, even Ralph who was right next to him, had a chance to save him. His body flew off the cliff and landed in the rocks. His head opened up, red stuff came out, and a wave crashed over him which swept his body into the ocean, leaving no trace of him. “The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee...

I remember that it was Monday morning, we were getting ready to go on a small trip with friends. I was getting ready with Gabby. She was watching T.V. I was in my room packing for this trip. The doorbell, it was Rachel, she was ready. Breana left couple days early because she was driving instead of flying like us. We were going to Washington for a trip.

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

As she made her way to the chicken coop Atalanta over heard the murmurs from the women in long gowns “you won’t believe what happened at the market this morning!” the woman with the soft lilac dress exclaimed “ a giant boar came crashing into the stalls destroying all the produce! That boar had to be as mad as a hatter!” The woman proclaimed. The other woman’s eyebrow rose in disbelief, but stayed silent as the woman walked down to the bakery and continue their morning gossip. Atalanta’s eyes widened with her jaw dropped, she had heard the rumors of a hideous monster prowling the border between the forest and the kingdom, but never thought of it lurking within the heart of the town! Atalanta continued her commute to the chicken coop, but happened to notice a poster on the side of the building. As she approached it the paper read the words “all of the bravest men will prove their strength and protect the kingdom from the mighty beast that caused the destruction at the market. You’ll meet at the kingdom and prove your worthy by slaying the boar!” Atalanta smile widened this could be her chance, she then ripped the flyer of the building and began to make her way to the king’s

The climate was decent, the trees tall; the orange and pink shades of the sun vanishing behind the treetops, as Flaence and I stroll through the woodland. We both became marginally anxious at the boisterous hush; not in any case the creatures, moved around in their common examples. Rapidly shaking off the bizarre inclination, I proceeded with the discussion with my child; when my bones were shaken and my heart hustled, from the adjacent tree that flying creatures had ejected out of. Setting my submit front of my child's chest I set myself up for perhaps a fox or some other creature to show up; however rather two vigorous men left the shadows. Fiendish put along their countenances, however I could just figure out how to make one face clear, he had an immaculate

It was crying out against the abominable noise something about a body on the hill. The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to

Tick, tick, tick, tick, I toss and turn, trying to sleep more, tick, tick, tick. I give up, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and walk into the room next door, gently shaking her awake. I look at the clock next to her bed, 1:07 it reads.

“Come on,” Emma said and took off, sprinting down a path behind Isabel. I stumbled along, leaping over tangled vines and hurdling bushes until my side hurt. Finally, the woods fell away, and we started across a meadow. To the left, ogres were marching up a dusty trail toward a row of caves high on a hill. Gray smoke rose from the fires that lined the cavern mouths. To the right, I could just make out Cotton and three green witches. As I got closer, I saw that one had her long, lanky green fingers clamped around his neck. He was suspended about three feet off the ground, frantically clicking his clogs together

A group of men are gathered by a hearth when Twombly states “ It stands to reason that a man must accept the evidence of his own eyes, and when eyes and ears agree, there can be no doubt…”. That is when Singleton interjects and tells of something he both saw and heard in Africa. A group of anthropologists were in search of unknown tribes in search of pigmies, also known as dwarfish people. They are then found by Etcham who tells them of an old colleague, Stone, who fell victim to a mysterious illness, and has been making their men fearful with inconsistent babblings and delirious acts. One of the group, Van Rieten, then tells Etcham of their search for pigmies, by which Etcham pulls out dried severed heads which they examine and wonder how

We walked south and found ourselves watching a weasel-liked creature pursuing a rodent. “That animal is called an Ermine or a Stoat. You will discover more animals such as squirrels, deer, elk, and snowshoes.” Owen told us. “What’s a snowshoe?” Olivia asked. Owen pointed at a dozing cat, and made a sign, which meant to be silent. The snowshoe was mostly white and brown. Suddenly, a Blue Jay flew past, leaving trails of azure feathers and woke the snowshoe. It was majestic and amazing to see the Blue Jay fly. Josh flinched when a squirrel quickly grasped a nut descending near him. Unfortunately, more nuts plummeted, and we had to move

Once upon a time there lived a lanky little rat named Rudy. Rudy’s fur was very dull and felt like needles. She lived in a tiny village where all the animals knew each other. Every afternoon she would meet with her friends at the riverbank to tell stories of their morning. One day Rudy scurried to the riverbank excited to share with her friends a cheesecake she had baked just for them, but when she arrived at the meeting spot, no one was there. Worried and confused, Rudy hurried in to town to look for her friends there. Just as she reached the main road, her body froze as she watched the most beautiful creature strolling through town. Rudy looked around and noticed she was not the only animal in the village mesmerized by this beautiful