Lord of the Flies - Alternative ending for the book to replace chapter 12.

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Lord of the Flies

Alternative ending for the book to replace chapter 12.

Ralph, half staggering, half crawling like a wounded dog, looked up into the sky for a resolution, a sign of hope. But it did not give any. The sounds of the enemy were growing closer, and Ralph’s situation was becoming more urgent by the second. He had two choices: to carry on making his way towards the reef, and hope that his luck would turn and a ship would pass his way, or to go up the mountain, into the beast’s realm, yet where the savages wouldn’t dare look. He chose the latter. A sudden tribal cry brought him back to earth, and triggered an adrenaline rush. With forgotten energy, he leaped through the foliage into the depths of the jungle.

When he awoke, sometime later, it was twilight, and the air was snappy and fresh. The sun above him was slowly bleeding away into the horizon. It was this image that brought him back to his aching body, and the chill realisation of his dire circumstances. However something was different this time. The whole world seemed surreal. Images and colours flashed before his eyes, and he felt like he was on wings, flying through the complexities of time.

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All of a sudden, a voice broke his state of delirium.

“Its fizzled out,” the voice said.

Ralph swung round to its origin. He recognized that voice.

“Piggy!” he cried. “I...I thought you were dead!”

“It doesn’t hurt that much…dying. Feels quite strange actually,” Piggy exclaimed.  

“I’m so sorry Piggy!”

“Don’t worry Ralph. My auntie says we will all die one day. I mean, it was bound to happen to someone. We needed stuff that the others found boring like rules and laws. But that was never going to happen. Nobody could have restored order, ‘least not ...

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