An Alternative Ending to William Golding's Lord of the Flies

An Alternative Ending to William Golding's Lord of the Flies

Ralph stumbled over a root, he could hear the snapping of twigs

getting ever nearer as the boys closed in on his position. Samneric

had heard Ralph's cry and darted towards the sound. As they drew near

they saw Ralph sprinting through the forest and tried to catch up with

him. Ralph tripped again, this time over a flaming log and fell to the

ground in agony. his leg had been burnt, blisters were already formed.

He knew he didn't have time to feel the pain, he grasped at anything

he could find to pull himself up. Samneric got to Ralph and both

attempted to help him to find his feet. "Get off, leave me" squealed

Ralph with pain and panic in his voice.

"But their coming" screamed Eric, "Come on, we have to go".

Ralph got up, confused by the twins apparent change of sides. Sam

started to pursue his brother and Ralph, still confused by all of

this, decided to follow, hoping that this was not a trick to lead him

to Jack. Ralph just prayed to himself that his trust was well placed

not misplaced.

They ran for what seemed like forever with the burns chaffing Ralph's

legs as they brushed past the foliage. The pain seemed more tolerable

as they reached the burnt tree, where they had once kept their signal

fire alight, his mind was now more focused on escape. It didn't take

long before the boys realized their situation was futile. Knowing that

there was nowhere else to go they turned, but before they could run

Jack was there.

Jack's posse began to circle around Ralph and Samneric. With nothing

to do and nowhere to go Ralph fell to his knees in despair and looked

up at th...

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...skin, the force

knocked Ralph to the ground again. Ralph is left on the ground,

floundering in the mud, backing himself towards the cliff edge, where

the boys dispersed. Jack turned for a second pass, charging at Ralph.

Ralph, still on the ground, lifted his spear and pointed it, with the

end firmly rooted in the ground, at jack. As Jack picked up speed,

both boys struck each other hard. Jack's spear pierced, deep into

Ralph's shoulder while Jack is impaled on Ralph's. Ralph, with a

scream of agony and his last ounce of strength pulled back on the

spear, throwing Jack over the cliff edge to the rocks below.

The chanting abruptly stopped as Ralph began to weep. His tears were

not for his pain but for what he had become. He now realized he too

had become like Jack. He too had succumbed to the madness of the

island.