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Creative Writing 

Poem 1  

BY: Dante Penna 

DP1

 

HAL 9000

 

Blink….Blink….Blink….

Cataloging archives….

Blink….Blink….Blink….

Rebooting….

 

Data unreachable/

Data not found/

Blink….Blink….Blink….

Systems reinstalling…

 

Scanning planet….

Life forms not found…

Natural resources not found…

Planet found in archives…

Loading planets name….

 

Earth

Home to HOMO-SAPIENS

Lost to MAD

Life GONE


 

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Life of Bill  

BY: Dante Penna 

DP1

 

Bill met Jill,

Bill ran to a hill,

Jill met Bill at Bill’s hill,

Bill’s hill was in Brazil.

 

Phil was in Brazil,

Phil wrote with a quill to Bill in goodwill,

Bill never met Phil,

Jill never met Phil.

 

Jill was on a treadmill on Bill’s hill in Brazil.

Until Bill came back from Knoxville,

Jill was keeper of Bill’s hill in Brazil,

Which now had a sawmill,

The thrill of of being on Bill’s hill got to Jill.

 

Jill fell off the hill,

And landed in daffodils,

Now,

Jill was stuck in daffodils next to Bill’s hill in Brazil.

 

Bill ran uphill to see Jill,

Jill was stuck in daffodils,

Bill drilled to find Jill,

Bill never found Jill.

 

But,

Bill then met a girl called gill

Diary Entry 

Based on "Lord of the Flies"  

BY: Kenzy Elbanna

DP1

 

Dear New Self,

My journey has ended. We started this journey as one continent. We had attempted mimicking everything the adults would do yet we failed horrendously. Now we all walk along two different continents of experience. I feel unable to communicate with others. We all deep down know we will be unable to return to civilization. Life as we know it is over. I am no longer the same person who set foot on that plane that led to the end of my childhood. I am unrecognizable. Who am I? What have I become? Apparently, we weren't savages because British men are thought to be the best at everything.  What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?” We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?” I reminded the boys of the need to be organized and how important fire, water, and shelters are to survive. If only they had listened?

 

My dear friend Piggy and I found ourselves eager to secure society. However, we let society slip through our fingers and savagery take its toll upon us. We were sinking deeper and deeper each day. We needed the adult world to throw us a lifeline. I thought this was our island. .We thought it would be fun on the island till the grownups would come to fetch us. I couldn't have been more wrong. If only they had sent a message to us sooner.

 

I found myself understanding the wearisomeness of life on this island. I had lost all the fragments of my childhood. I  needed to reflect on how my tattered uniform and long hair showed how my ‘standards’ have slipped on the island. If only mother would have seen my appearance, she’d be mortified. She wouldn't believe this is her English son she’d raised. As chief, I found myself every path on the island was me improvising.

While Piggy was the actual chief. I truly regret not appreciating Piggy and his logical way of thinking. I believe men suffer from an appalling ignorance of our nature.

 

 

I miss my wise friend called Piggy. I wake up every night recalling the night of Piggy’s death. I still remember it like it was yesterday. I witnessed the rock struck Piggy from chin to knee while the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. Piggy, said nothing as he fell 40 feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea, while his head burst and blood began oozing out as the sea turned red. He kept twitching for a while like a pig after it he had been killed. How am I supposed to go to sleep every night like I wasn't a witness of my only friend's death?

 

I  had become frightened. Of us as I saw savagery arising more and more each day. Their thirst for killing grew. Their laughter became a bloodthirsty snarl. I wanted to go home. O God I pray to go back home. The darkness of man's heart became more visible as time passed.

 

 I lost myself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. I don't know whether to be relieved or miserable after what remained of us were rescued. How is it we can return to society as if nothing had happened on that island? How am I supposed to go back to being a normal English boy who just wants to play soccer all day with his friends? While knowing the dark immoral truth. It's was naive of me to think the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! Simon knew, didn't he? If only he had warned me. The beast was a  part of us. I had no choice. It was me against the world. The pressure had become a burden on my shoulders. I wept for the end of innocence. I should have listened to Piggy. I now I am not the same person who set foot on that plane. I am wiser and have matured during my time on the island. I now know savagery is embedded in humans and as humans we impersonate discipline. I am now also aware if you don’t have rules, that is to say, if you don’t have laws, then you’re lost, you’re finished, you’re gone.”

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”

 

That's as far as my mind will go for now

Sincerely my new self

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