Dear Journal,

I saw what happened. I knew Ralph would make it. He almost didn't, getting harassed and chased around by Jack's tribe and all. Well, all I do now is hope. I mean, I see what happens, but I don't hear any of it. Did Jack and Ralph make up yet? Have the twins forgiven Jack? All I have seen is a boat. A boat with some man in a suit came to pick them up. On their way home, nobody moved a muscle. Not even a cry or a sneeze, but complete stillness of the bodies of the young boys. 

I've seen a couple of other boys join Piggy and I up here. I figure they are the ones Ralph killed in his rage against the tribe. I don't blame Ralph for what he did. You might say it was concupiscence. A sudden feeling of hate and fear and self-defense all fell upon him at once, like a cloud ate too much at a Chinese buffet and got too heavy for the sky to hold up there anymore, so it just fell.  In consideration of these feelings, hate, fear, and self-defense, there was nothing more he could've done. He had to protect himself and the only way to do that was to try to kill the other savages on the island. Though I know the island was a terrible experience for all of us, I also know that we all learned some valuable lesson from it. One (in Ralph's case) might be: Never nominate yourself leader and expect everyone will listen and agree all the time. Another (in Jack's case) might be: Always consider others' ideas of how to survive by getting important resources instead of becoming obsessed with killing pigs, eating their meat, and sticking the head on sticks in the ground. Lastly, in my case: Never try to intervine in the matters of men. In other words, Jack and Ralph were men. They fought, established themselves as each other's leader, and didn't take advice from anybody else. Trying to get in the middle of that circle might end up killing you. (literally)

Until next time....

SIMON.

Dear Journal,
I'm dead. I'm writing from Heaven. It's nice up here. Nicer than on the island. No fighting, no killing, no hunger. Well, somehow, which I cannot explain, this journal came up here with me. So I'll be "imaginarily writing" from the afterlife. That sounds really epic! 
Anyways, I don't know how it happened. It was all so fast. The Lord of the Flies was talking to me, or maybe I was imagining it. Either way, it was creepy. Then, I got scared so I ran away. I didn't know where I was going, I was just going somewhere away from the Lord of the Flies. All of the sudden, I run into something that felt like cloth. Then I saw this body, pale and lifeless, and realized... IT WAS THE BEAST! So I sprinted back to wherever I heard all that yelling coming from. I jumped through a final group of bushes, and then they were all yelling and chanting. After that, I don't know what happened. Everything went dark. I wonder how they are doing. They probably don't care. Nobody ever did. I'm just glad that somebody important didn't die, like Jack or Ralph or something. At least they're good leaders. They have good ideas. I just wish I could've made it back in time to tell them about the beast. Well, it'll be okay. I know Ralph will get home safely. I can tell. For some reason, my gut tells me Piggy won't. It's really a shame. I'm sure his Auntie will miss him a lot.

Dear Journal,

It's me, Simon again. Of course. Well, it has been interesting. Jack and the hunters got too busy on their mission to kill that pig that they let the fire die. I didn't really mind. This island isn't that bad. And I don't believe in the beast. Do I? This question's been bothering me for a while. I don't know if I do believe it or not. I want to believe the littluns, but something about a beast running around and crawling out of the water just makes me hesitate. Could it be possible? It's like believing in ghosts after seeing a scary movie, even though you know they aren't any more real than they were before you saw the movie. Anyways, Ralph was sure mad about the fire. I don't appreciate the way Jack is treating Piggy. All he's doing is trying to help. He doesn't deserve all this ridicule from people. I've been enjoying my visits to my little place in the forest within the leaves. I meditate there. I think of possible ways to get out. I think about how our civilization is starting to fall apart. After much thinking one day, I realized that the beast itself might not be some monster that the littluns have nightmares about and keep warning the others about, but it's us. How we're all trying to get along, but the littluns bug the bigguns, and the bigguns pick on the littluns. It doesn't work. To be honest, it's about the only thing right now that makes me want off the island. I can't take all the insulting going on. It's not right, but it seems that I am the only one who notices. God only knows what will happen if it keeps up, but someone has to try to put a stop to it...

Dear Journal,

            My name is Simon. Right now, I'm stuck on an island after our plane crashed with a large group of boys, and no adults. I had a pretty strong opinion of Ralph at first. He was good. Right from the start, I thought Jack would’ve been a bad leader. I almost got down on my knees and said a prayer after Ralph was voted the leader. However, as time went on, I realized Jack had a lot of important knowledge that may help us in the future. He was handy with a knife. Just the fact that he had a knife was impressive. It was pretty awesome when Ralph chose me to go along with him and Jack on their “quest.” I didn’t know what to make of Jack’s actions when the pig showed up. Was he scared? I was startled at first, not expecting it, but I wasn’t really scared. I mean, maybe a little. It just surprised me that Jack was, because he seemed like this big tough guy and all of the sudden he's scared of pigs? I’m just glad I’m being accepted so far. After I had fainted I thought nobody would talk to me. I couldn’t help feeling sympathetic for the one they call “Piggy.” He should’ve gone on the quest with Jack and Ralph instead of me. He was the one who was with Ralph when they found the conch shell, or so he says. I was just a random dude from the crowd. Gosh I feel bad I didn't let him go. It wasn't very Christianly of me to make him stay back when he wanted to go. I didn’t know whether to be happy or not when we found out that we’re on an island. For one thing, help wouldn’t reach us very fast. For another thing, I was sorta excited to be on an island with nobody else around. It felt like our island, or like we could do anything we wanted to and nobody would ever know. In fact, as long as we had a life-time supply of food and water, I wouldn’t mind staying on this island forever…