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Lord Of The Flies Monologue

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There is a dark, dark house in an abandoned town. Underneath it is a dark cellar. There it was dark. . . . I’ve got nothing. It’s just a dark room, there is nothing to see. You could always smell though. Okay. In the dark room, a scent is pulled towards you. The smell of rotten meat and murder. . . . What do you mean “you can’t smell murder.” It’s a normal thing to smell murder. You know, like the whiff of fresh baked pie. Yup, that’s murder. Of course, it’s not murder. Who do you think I am? An uncultured swine, who doesn’t know; when a person is dead because of people? Moving on. In this room—this room, you hear the sound of buzzing . . . buzzing. . . . Flies? Yes! Flies. Goodness gracious, the flies are here. I remember one time, my house

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