A Boy Named Simon
Peering ahead through the dense dark vines, Kara checked to
make sure that no one had discovered her special secret. Clambering through the
clumps of bushes she emerged on a place that was both beautiful and deadly.
Kara’s secret space was a diminutive platform surrounded on
all sides but one by a steep drop to the roaring sea. The sea was raging
tonight. Just like the emotions tumbling inside of her. Sadness.
Horror. Pain. Loss. They were all there careering around inside her like a
merry go round gone rogue. And here, on the square platform was where she let
it all out. Here were the thoughts that she pushed to the back of her mind
during the day.The thoughts that hurt too much to
think about without the evidence being seen on her face.
The moon in its full creamy form came out from behind the
shreds of cloud. Each beam cast shadows that were watching, waiting to
transform its self into a demon or hobgoblin ready to pounce.
Staring out into the rolling mass that was the ocean. Kara
composed letters to her family-well, not exactly her family. Her blood parents
emotionally deserted her almost as soon as she was born, foisting her onto
countless nannies and then as she grew older onto governesses and then as she
grew even older into boarding school hell. Her only friend in the household was
Sarah, the big, bustling, motherly figure with four children of her own.
Sarah’s only daughter, Rose, was the same age as Kara and they grew up
together. Laughing together. Playing
together. Those were the good times, the times when Kara felt completely
happy with her life. Until Mother let Sarah go. For
spilling one tiny, tiny, tiny drop of tomato soup on Mother’s very expensive,
very clean, very white dress. She had thought it quite funny at the time.
Dear Sarah and Rose…
And that was as far as she ever got just like all the times
before. The words to describe what was happening were lost. Gone
in the caverns of her mind. Small, silver, perfect tears slid down her
cheeks. Turning from drizzle to an all out down pour.
Kara sobbed silently over the rim of the platform. Crying for all that had gone
wrong. Crying for
All the time the wind was growing stronger, threatening to
snatch her off the platform. It curled around her hair, whipping into her face.
Scratching its claws over her eyes. Cold, hard rain
came down, pelting relentlessly into the slippery stone. The ocean rolled and
boiled beneath her, booming against craggy rocks, sending up spray higher than
her head.
Kara could hear shouts and screams now. Carefully twisting
round on her ledge she could make out darkness cloaked figures dancing and
yelling around a bonfire. All human noise ceased. All boys were still. The
waves threw themselves harder at the base of the cliff. The boys scrambled,
screeching to one single spot. A spot where just a moment before had been a
boy. A boy named Simon. The pack of boys had turned into a convulsing mass of
bloodlust, writhing to get at a part of the exposed flesh. Kara closed her eyes
and tried to block out the bloodcurdling scream as one single monster drove a
spear right into his heart.
Rationale
I tried to make the whole atmosphere of the piece more
mysterious and sinister from Task 1. I wanted to show that I could write with
versatility for a variety of different situations. I also made the atmosphere
very dark and sinister to reflect how Kara is feeling, as her ideas about the
island have changed very much since her arrival. For example in the beginning
(Task 1) Kara thought that the island would be her ‘paradise’ but in this task
all she wants is to do get back and see her family
The platform is Kara’s ‘secret, special place’, it is where
she comes to ‘let it all out’. It is also where she goes to think abut her past
and her family, but not her blood parents as they ‘emotionally deserted’
her. Kara’s ‘family’ includes Sarah ‘the
big, bustling, motherly figure’ and Rose who is about the same age as Kara. But
even this happy moment in her life ends as her ‘blood parents’ intervene. By
including parts of the past I hoped to show the audience why Kara is the way
she is, because of being emotionally neglected by her parents. And although
Sarah was more like a mother to her than her real one, Sarah was also a mother
to ‘four children of her own’ so thus the motherly qualities were stretched
rather thin. Similarly by using similes such as ‘like a merry go round gone
rogue’ emphasizes how left out and different she was as a child. By being hoisted from ‘nannies…to governesses…and then into
boarding school’.
Additionally, by describing the platform as being both
‘beautiful and deadly’ I hoped to capture the spirit of the island, because
that is what the island is. It is beautiful, because it is a paradise on earth
full of white, sanded beaches and clear, blue oceans. I showed the islands
beauty through its ‘raging’ storm, because rage can also be beautiful. But the
island is also deadly because of what its freedom turned civilised children
into: savages. Also, not just the islands freedom is deadly but the very
platform Kara sits on is surrounded on all ‘sides but one by a steep deadly
drop’
Much of the weather reflects Kara mood, as storms and
pouring rain have connotations of ‘Sadness….Pain. Loss’.
Additionally by linking Kara’s emotions directly to the weather, ‘(tears) Turning
from a drizzle to an all out down pour’, emphasizes the strong emotions she is
feeling. I also did this by using very short sharp one word sentences ‘Sadness.
Horror. Pain. Loss’.
The repetition of the word ‘crying’ indicated both the
amount she is crying and why she is crying. For example Kara is crying ‘for
During the last paragraph Kara witnesses the death of Simon
from afar. I used short sentences to convey at that point how her thoughts were
working and how much of a horror the event was. At first Kara does not realise
that the boy was some one she knew ‘…a boy. A boy named Simon’. Additionally by
using synaesthesia to show the blood lust of the boys as a ‘convulsing
mass…writhing to get a part of the exposed flesh’ indicates how strong the urge
was to murder and brutalize one of their own kind. Similarly it was one ‘single
monster’ that drove the spear into his heart, this implies the fact that it was
the person who struck the first blow, the person who struck the last blow and
everyone combined into one ‘single monster, that killed him.