Lord of the Flies Imaginative Beggining

The lady’s piercing eyes showed inquisitiveness all through our trajectory. She had realized something we didn’t. Curiosity began to dominate me. I could hear nothing, only the drums inside my chest, fulminating. I recognized another sound; it was like a powerful vibration which grew louder and each time higher pitched, so powerful it was almost deafening. What before felt like soaring in the air now was an aggressive fight against it. A strong smell of burning fuels penetrated my nose corrupting my inner thoughts. A feeling of fear was invading the plane. Our pupils dilated when we finally understood what was happening. I took my friend’s hand, as our palms gently met I felt the warmth of nervousness. Our hands started sweating, humidity invaded our fingers but I refused to let him go. He was the only support I had. Lights went out, the vagueness of light made it more confusing, but it was too late to think. We had hit the ground, it was brutal. My head hit the front seat with such aggressiveness and power that it was inexplicable.

As I fought against a metal tube that had my friend trapped, I began to smell urine coming from anguish in everybody’s souls. I could still see blurry, but I could notice panic in the atmosphere. I finally managed to react and crawled out between the ruined seats and all the piled up bags. A broken piece of glass prickled the palm of my feet. I dipped my foot in the water, I felt how it penetrated decreasing my pain.

I noticed I was outside when I felt a gentle breeze at the back of my neck which gave me a sudden shiver. I felt the brisk water slither under my feet, as I took a step the sand grains got stuck in between my finger toes. I walked away with no sense of orientation. The absence of sound began to torment me, making my soul agonize from anxiety. The wind ruffling and palm trees surrounding the island created a fortress of isolation and mystery. I just stood, immobile. Everything in that place had me astonished. The sun