As I neared the end of my journey through the lord of the flies, I felt a panic, an intensity, a fear for a life, tortured by fate, hunted by once innocent children just like himself. As his life flashed before his eyes, suddenly there was a calm as hope shone overhead as rescue, his suffering screeching to a halt as quickly as it had begun. As he lay there weeping at his saviors feet, I felt a sadness envelope me, a reality so real sunk deep and I thought about life. How circumstances stand like a line as thin as thread between good and evil. How only a relative veil separates sanity and madness. I pondered the superficial nature of our so called “morals”. I realized that we never truly know what we’re capable of, until the fear stares us down point blank, like a gun to the head.
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Inspiration; Lord of the Flies, a novel by William Golding
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I’m glad you enjoyed reading through. Thanks for your kind words. Will follow you right back 😊
Thank you so much Basilia!
Lord of the Flies is a great book. I’ve read it years ago, but the impression and the feelings linger.
You’re right. I found the book really thought provoking. Thanks for reading