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Saturday, December 22, 2018

'Lord of the Flies, Alternative Ending Essay\r'

'Away watch as shite and Roger walked into the clearing where he sat, â€Å"Where could he have gone? at that place is no where to hide? ” Roger groaned poke the eradicate of his fizgig into the ground. Ralph mat up a drive to stand up and fin bothy break gloomy up, but his father had taught him better, his father was a fighter shouldn’t he be too? He glanced round his raise noticing the twins break into the trees behind him. They do eye contact and looked away upper moody towards Roger and squatting.\r\nRalph sighed crawling deeper into the burned trees, he looked a degree noticing the burned stick and well-nigh it the pieces of bone from the unkept pig drumhead. He shuttered standing and holding his rotating shaft tightly in his hands. Jack looked everywhere noticing the twins walking soft towards him he stood straighter, â€Å"What? ” The twins jumped in the lead pointing to where Ralph had gone, â€Å"He, he went discover there. ” Jack grinned pushing the twins away and walking out into the meadow. â€Å"Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. He pushed his tangled hair behind his shoulder. Ralph sighed, â€Å" hold out it over with Jack. ” Roger giggled running out into the meadow, before Ralph could react he was surrounded, hunted drink like adjoining to kind of animal, the kids looked barbaric, they had all gone mad with their war paint and blood covered spears. Ralph held the spear up in defense. The hunters jumped at him tightening their fate poking him with their spears grabbing at his. Ralph yelled poking his spear forwards he felt the tip dig into something, someone yelling.\r\n beforehand he could pull it out, they were on him shoving him to the ground, Ralph dropped his spear trying to fight back, trying to break out the hunters, somehow. Jack laughed stabbing his spear down hitting flesh. Ralph screamed out, begging them to stop. The hunters continued in a clockwise dance, stabb ing, poking and kicking. Jack laughed the circle becoming replete(p) at once again, Ralph lay in a mess, a puddle of blood appearing around him, he took a shallow jot Jack pushed him with his foot onto his back. Ralph opened his eyeball his swollen bloody face making it almost impossible.\r\nHe looked up into the slope watching as two birds circling above. He smiled closing his eye his chest go and falling ever so slowly until finally for what seemed a lifetime it stopped. Jack laughed taking his knife and kneeling down. A few weeks later a sizable vessel anchored, two rowboats neared the island, coming onto the beach. The naval forces officers in their rich uniforms looked down at the rotting flesh of the small children some looking as if they had their limbs cut off with a badly sharpened knife.\r\nThe officers held their guns close walking around the island. They finally make their way towards the meadow stopping in their tracks at the sight of a head planted firmly onto a stick, his decent hair falling over his stinking flesh, some Navy men sour at the sight. A few yards from the head sat a boy his orange tree hair falling over his eyes in a shaggy mess. The officers walked contiguous pushing the boy with their guns. He was utter to himself, slowly fading away. Around the boy lay masses of bones.\r\nHe looked up making the officers gasp his dead blue eyes shaking them to the core. He brocaded his hand showing them the small broken down knife. He chuckled smiling wide showing a mouthful of rotted and fallen out teeth, â€Å"The Lord of the travel welcomes you. ” He laughed; some of the officers turned away, others loading their guns. â€Å"Who? ” Their captain asked. â€Å"The Lord of the locomote welcomes you. ” he repeated laughing hysterically, â€Å"The Lord of the Flies welcomes you. ”\r\n'

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