Lord Of The Flies Story

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Lord Of The Flies Story

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The war was over, but not without casualties. Numerous ships, planes and factories had been bombed with regular bombs, and London was totally destroyed - by a single atomic bomb. Only derelicts lived there now, not knowing of the harmful radiation that surrounded what once was the great capital.

Slowly though, things were getting back to normal, shops began opening, and the war started to shift to the back of people's minds. Life was becoming more normal, but the memory of the war was still there, and always would be. Unfortunately, my memories of our time on the island would never shift to the back of my mind - I would never forget what the war meant to me. I might not have been killed, though I wish I had been, I might not have lost my home or seen London go up a huge mushroom cloud of bright red light, but I had lived with people that hardly deserve that title, people that became animals, people that were worse than animals - murderers. And I myself, was one of them.

I was slowly getting better, but I never got through a night without hearing the chant and Simon's furtive screams as we jabbed, attacked and mauled him, without seeing Piggy's fat body flying into the air and then crashing down on the rocks. I had never recovered from those experiences and at no time had a job. I live in a small, damp apartment above a coin laundry. The greatest pleasure I had in life was feeding the pigeons in the park. I would get what stale bread I could from the bakery to feed the birds. They would rush at me when they saw me and fight for the small scraps of bread before it had even hit the ground. They were animals, but not like Jack and the others, they were kind animals, they never hurt anyone - they went about their lives regardless of us. Many times I wished that I too could be a pigeon. I wanted to lead the simple life that they did, I wanted to forget what had happened, I wanted to escape the plaguing memories.

It was Tuesday morning and I was feeding pigeons in the park. They were fighting for the pathetic scraps of stale bread I threw on the ground as usual, looking at me begging me with their eyes for more. I emptied the crumbs out of the plastic bag and the birds broke into a frenzy. As I stood to leave, someone on the other side of the pond caught my eye. He was tall, red headed and wearing an expensive suit with a woolen overcoat. He walked briskly, taking no attention of the natural beauty around him. It took me only half a second to recognise him. His was a face I would never forget. I could not believe my eyes; I broke into a run, following him onto the street, as he stepped into a long black car, and as he did so, he turned to me and I saw his eyes - his evil, evil eyes. I fell to the ground. I felt sick in the stomach as I saw Piggy's body fly into the air, this time with more detail than ever before. I collapsed.

I woke hearing the chant "Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Bash her in. Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Bash her in." It was a painful sleep, even more so than the one's I had every night. I could see the shocking memories again and again, each time more realistic than the last. I could clearly hear Simon's voice over the other yelling and chanting, frantically trying to explain about the 'beast' on the hill. If only I could have heard him then. The sound was clear, but my vision was a frenzy. I could see what seemed like hundreds of sticks poking and jabbing at every part of Simon's thin body, and I saw his face - I could see the pain and I could see that he didn't understand why we were doing this to him, and I saw eventually, him give up and collapse on


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