Lord Of The Flies Alternate Ending

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
Another school assignment; you have to read the novel "Lord of the Flies" to understand it. Rather than have the kids be rescued at the end of the novel and assumingly return to their normal civilized selves, I put a different twist on things. The last line in the book has a new meaning now, as you can see.

Submitted: April 17, 2010

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The officer, surrounded by these noises, was moved and a little embarrassed. He turned away to give them time to pull themselves together; and waited, allowing his eyes to rest on the trim cruiser in the distance.
“Hey! No, wait!!!” he cried, running down the shore and into the water. The ship exited the lagoon and made it into the open sea.
“What happened?” Ralph shrieked, shaken out of his sobbing state from the officer’s yells.
“No! I must have kicked the reverse as I was getting out of the ship!” replied the officer. “No one else was on board; only me…”
This horrible news sent the entire group into a state of shock. No one spoke for a couple minutes. Then the reality set in. One of the littluns burst into tears. Others joined in, and soon the majority of the group was crying with them. Ralph resumed his sulking position on the sand. Even Jack couldn’t stop the burning tears from rolling down his face, and suddenly he was bawling along side Roger, Maurice, and the rest of his clan. The officer let out a large sigh and sat down on a nearby boulder.
Ralph got a hold of himself. “Well, what are we going to do now?” The group was silent. Ralph turned to the officer.
“Surely you must have a radio?”
The officer shook his head.
“It broke earlier today,” he said. “I left it on the ship. The only radio contact I had was on that vessel.” He pointed to the now small white speck on the horizon.
More silence.
“What a stupid move!” shouted Jack. “Why would you get off your ship onto a seemingly uninhabited island with no radio contact?” He was angry now. “We’ve been waiting days to be rescued, weeks even! And this is what happens?”
The officer looked disgustedly at Jack. “It wasn’t my choice to send my ship cruising off to sea!”
Jack pointed his spear at the man. “How could you do such a thing?” he said, ignoring what he had just said. “Such an evil act against us! No doubt the beast itself played a role in it!” His eyes flashed an evil glare, flames glistening within them.
“What’s this?” cried the officer, not believing what this youth had just said to him. Jack raised his spear in anger and let out a savage cry. Roger raised his weapon and did likewise. Soon the whole group was shouting and shaking weapons in the air with anger. Ralph stared in horror as the group poured onto the warm sand and flowed past him and on towards the naval officer.
“Hey, what are you doing?” the officer exclaimed, and placed his hand on the gun handle at his side. “Stop! Who do you think you are?”
The mass of children did not seize, but pressed on in anger, with Jack at its front, the savage ululations pouring from his raging lips. The officer drew his gun and pointed it at Jack. “STOP!” he screamed, but the group kept coming. The officer fired his gun. The bullet missed Jack and struck Roger in the arm, causing him to drop his spear and grasp his wound in pain. The tribe moved around his writhing figure and pressed on towards the naval officer.
The point of Jack’s spear pierced the officer’s shirt, and moved into his flesh. More pointed tips did the same, and soon the officer’s body slumped down, over whelmed by the large number of sharp intruding objects puncturing it. The single cry escaping the man’s lips was lost among the droning yells from the large group of savages, as they continued to stab him. Hot blood flowed from the body, and the warriors cheered in triumph as the man’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his limbs went limp.
Ralph stared on in horror. His vision moved up the shore a ways, moving from the officer’s lifeless body to the squirming figure of Roger, making an effort to overcome the pain from his bullet wound and slowly staggering to his feet. Jack and the tribe came over to him and chanted around him, admiring his bravery for taking such a hit, and allowing him to lean on them for support to stand.
Ralph turned away and ran. He ran down the beach, not knowing where to go, simply to hide. He knew he was next. He had to get away from the tribe. But there was nowhere to go. He ran until his lungs gave way, and he collapsed, gasping for breath, upon the sand.
White foamy water touched his skin. It surged over his feet, and around his legs. The water withdrew, and a splash of water fell from above. It landed in the sand, leaving a small dimple in the smooth surface. Another fell and did the same. Ralph wiped the tears from his eyes and turned around. In the distance, he could make out tiny specks moving around. They left the beach and entered the dense forest. Ralph wondered how long it would take before they returned to the beach to commit yet another murder.

He turned to the sea, and saw another speck, this one white. His hopes of survival sailed off into the deep blue. His vision blurred, and he looked down into the sand, possibly the last piece of land he would ever see.


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