Lord Of The Flies By William Shakespeare

804 Words Jun 14th, 2016 4 Pages
Ralph rolled out onto the beach where the water meets the sand. All he could do was pray to God that something would save him - a ship, a plane, a helicopter, anything. He looked up and saw nothing but the blue sky.

The savages rushed toward Ralph. He did not run or try to fight. He knew his fate and could only embrace it. He lay on the sand and waited. Jack stood over Ralph with a satisfied grin on his face. He turned and faced his Hunters.

"Everyone! This is what we 've waited for all day. We will all get a chance to pick at him. But the officials go first! Me, then Roger, then everyone can sort out the order for themselves!" He turned back to Ralph. "Any last words?"

Ralph looked up to Jack and motioned for him to come closer. Jack leaned down only to have Ralph spit in his face. Almost immediately after, Jack thrust his spear into Ralph 's neck. His blood flowed freely and rapidly. And finally, once he lay in a pool of his own blood, he was no more.

Jack and his tribe screamed at the top of their lungs and rejoiced. They were now the only tribe on the island. Roger walked up to the fresh kill and stuck his spear into Ralph 's forehead. He moved out of the way and the rest of the tribe rushed toward the dead body.

Jack walked away and thought. He had just burned down the entire island, what is he to do? There were no more pigs or fruit. What would they eat? How would they bathe? Drink? He cast his worries aside. He 'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He turned…
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