Alternative Ending for Lord of the Flies
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.
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 muchâ€¦dying. Feels quite strange actually," Piggy
"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 with that lot, 'anyways."
As the darkness gradually consumed the spectre of Piggy, Ralph began
to experience feelings of anger and loathing of the people who had put
him in these conditions. He began focusing his remaining energy on
hating Jack and his hunters, on despising their inhumane behavior, and
on asking himself the same question over and over again.
"Why me Lord!" he suddenly shouted. He staggered to his feet, his face
a mask of abhorrence. With that he threw himself against a nearby
mahogany tree, and saw no more.
An hour or so later, Ralph opened his eyes. His head felt as if it had
been lit on fire. The handsome rich brown colour of the mahogany tree
was now smeared with dark red blood. Suddenly, with a blink of Ralph's
eye, a short blond boy appeared.
"Simon!" Ralph sobbed, the emotion over taking him.
"Hullo Ralph," Simon said.
"I'm sssory Simonâ€¦We didn't mean toâ€¦" He trailed off, weeping in
"It's aright. I suppose it was meant to happen. Anyway, I feel a lot
better now. I am free of my pain and my sorrow. But don't let them