Statement of intent
I am going to write a story about a man in his late 60’s who had events in the past that would haunt him later in life because he chose his family(wife and 2 kids) over his lifetime friend. His children felt something was wrong also so spent the whole day speculating. The friend was on a plan of revenge for many years waiting for the perfect time. I want to get across the message that actions you make later come with consequences also. Karma will come back.
Your up next!
The wind howled. The trees waved at me threateningly. Moonlight gleamed through my bedroom window, lighting my room. People riot on my wall looking angry and filled with pain. I seek for safety under my warm, comforting duvet trying to forget all the terrifying stories. ‘Creak!’ I jump out of my bed high enough to make anyone think I was in high school again competing for nationals in high jump. I peer through the glass noticing a human silhouette walking down the street. Streetlights flickered as he walked past each one. Cracks in the concrete looked like gashes. The silhouette was quickly swallowed by the darkness. Climbing into bed I hoped it was all a nightmare.
“Jake! Jake honey there is something at the front door for you!”
I was woken up to my wife’s voice. I climbed out of bed as fast as a sloth struggling with each movement. I slid like a snake into my warm, fluffy slippers so the tiles didn’t pinch my feet. As I walked down the hallway I get smacked by a mouth watering smell. “Mmm” I said. It smelled like a perfect Sunday breakfast. My body filled with joy as I walked into the kitchen. All my family was home, how could I be so forgetful? I am greeted with hugs and kisses from everyone. Confusing thoughts went through my brain as I noticed everyone is not a cheery and happy as I was. Ignoring it I made my way to the table to catch my breath. Anika sat to one side of me and James sat to the other, they looked as if they were trying to keep their worries secret from me. Did they know something I don’t? Maybe I’m mad.
We were spoiled with a scrumptious breakfast that I devoured like a lion that had not ate in days.
Later in the day the family left. In the corner of my a shiny, white box with my name written on it captured my attention. I was confused for a split second but then I remembered Lexi mentioning something when I woke up. Should I have a look? I stood up shaking like a cold dog out in the rain and move slowly towards the box. Grabbing the box shook me as I was prepared for it to be heavy but man was I wrong, it was the weight of a feather. Lifting up the lid I looked inside finding a piece of paper folded in half. I pull out the paper with mystery showing. What’s this piece of paper here? What does it mean? The only thing it says to me is Your Up Next!
I walk to Lexi thinking this is some kind of joke from the kids. It must be! I ask Lexi “do you know about this?”
“The kids probably just left it behind jokingly. We all know how gullible you are.” Agreeing with her I sit at the beautiful wooden table that had many memories and years in the family.
Night had finally arrived. The wind howled. The trees waved at me threateningly. Moonlight gleamed through my bedroom window, lighting my room. People riot on my wall looking angrier then before and filled with pain once again. Something did not seem right. That night was different to the others. A shiver ran up my body sending goosebumps everywhere they can reach. My feet I couldn’t feel them any longer. The same creek I have the other night was back. I picked up my window seeing if that mysterious figure was still there. The lights flicker down the street. The world felt like I had some sort of unbalance.. Pain shoots up my legs causing me to crumble to the ground like the removal of the Berlin Wall. I tried calling for help but no words would come out. A breeze flies past my shoulder causing me to jolt sending even more pain throughout my body. Howling outside got louder and louder. I was turned around by some unknown force to see the dark mysterious figure standing right in front of me. Darkness filled the room and it felt as if the temperature had dropped below 0°. The mysterious figure hovered over me. His face! His face what happened to his face, how could this be real I hoped this was still a dream just a continuous dream ! I panic to myself. All of the sudden everything goes silent. A deep ghostly voice says the words I didn’t want to hear.
“YOUR UP NEXT !”
I am swallowed by the black cloud of smoke. Where is he taking me I don’t know what’s happening what about my children what about my wife!
The darkness had me in his possession. I get a second glimpse at his face. Oh no! This face, I remember this face. Terrible things start appearing all around me. This was the punishment for what happened all those years ago. I did not mean for that to happen. I had no choice I was forced to! How would you choose between doing something that could haunt you forever or something that could save your children and your wife. Well I did I chose family!
Statement of Intent
I hope to show in this blog post the ideas of how eating human flesh have been brought up in the past and have been considered as a requirement of survival and a way of life for some. In each paragraph I am going to explain different occasions where people had to rely on human flesh. I am also going to write about what drives people to eat human flesh.
I have recently read the written text Alive out Paul Piers Read an saw that some of the survivors had to go to the extent of eating human flesh. They resorted to having to eat human flesh as they were in a life or death situation. The survivors had run out of food and were forced to starvation. To some the only option was to keep alive by using the resources the had. The human flesh. One of the men made the first courageous decision to eat the flesh of his peers. Among some of the dead were people close knit friends and even family. He was the one who took the first bite, others quickly followed. To him it was one of the best decisions he had made as in a later interview one of the survivors said that it was one of the main factors that brought them more time until they were rescued.
I also read a story about the Mignonette,which was a ship sailing from England to Australia. A few months in the ship sank and 4 crew members were able to get onto a 13 foot life boat. One of the survivors a 17 year by the name of Richard Parker managed to get a couple of time of turnips to live off. About 19 days later things were really starting to go downhill. The captain Thomas Dudley suggested to everyone that Parker be used for resources for survival. They chose Parker as he had no wife or family and was the most poorly out of everyone. All agreed and captain stabbed Parker in the neck with a penknife, and they ate his flesh and drank his blood. The difference between Alive and this coincidence was that in alive the flesh of the human being ate was from dead corps where as Parker was still alive at the time of the event.
The similarity between Alive and this story is that human flesh was eaten as a way of survival.
A question we could ask related to the previous situations is if it is worth eating human flesh to survive? Or is it better to stay hungry for as long as possible?
To answer that question is very hard as it is up to the person. It is possible to eat human flesh and has been done multiple times, but in fact it is extremely unhealthy for you as it can close a lifecycle loop for a pathogen. A pathogen is anything that can give you a disease. One of the diseases you can get from eating human flesh is Kuru which is untreatable, but also very rare. “So rare in fact, that it is limited geographically and temporally to the Fore tribe in Papua New Guinea.” During the 1950’s Papua New Guinea experienced its worst sustained epidemic and slowly declined over the next decades. It became the most common cause of death of Fore woman when Kuru was at its peak. For Kuru the best treatment is preventing it. In Papua New Guinea the Kuru people eat the flesh of human for religious reasons not for the use of food to keep alive.
In a lot of stories that I have read about eating human flesh the main factor behind it was having to eat the flesh of their fellows as a final resort to keep alive. In some other stories I have read the cause was for a completely different reason. There are some very sickening stories like one where a lady killed her husband, cooked and serve the flesh to her children for dinner. This lady had s known past of violence in relationships.
Cannibalism is defiantly not common but the has in the past been quite a few cases. For survival, religion and mental illness. I think it would be very hard to think about eating human flesh in a life or death situation because on one hand I feel that it is completely ring to eat the flesh of another but on the other hand I feel that if I was going to die from not having food in my body I would try my hardest to keep alive.
Piers Paul Read (1974), Alive , J.B. Lippincott Company, England
Kate Kershner ‘Richard Parker’ [Online] Available http://adventure.howstuffworks.com/survival/wilderness/10-true-stories-survival-cannibalism4.htm (ate not shown)
Natalie Phillips ‘Kuru’ [Online] Available http://www.healthline.com/health/kuru#Overview1
Grace Murano ’10 Most Chilling Stories of Modern Day Cannibalism’ [Online] Available http://www.oddee.com/item_98622.aspx/xmlrpc.php