A/N: This is something that I wrote for English class and I really liked it... So I decided to post it here because... actually I don't know why. Enjoy!
Once upon a time, there lived a group of children on a magical enchanted island, at least that's what they thought. This island was haunted, with the ruins of their spirits, lost hopes and dreams and most importantly, morals. This island was home, to the lord of the flies.
But things were not like this at the beginning. In the beginning, everything was different. It truly did seem like a magical island, that they were in charge of. It seemed like nothing, could ever go wrong. Then everything changed. The children began to forget their life, off of the island.
And then, they did the worst thing possible. They murdered someone. At the time, it seemed like it was the only thing possible that they could do. They were thirsty for the lust of blood. And this could be only fulfilled by the promise of a kill.
They were divided. Boy against boy it was a war against each other, but more importantly, they were each fighting a war against themselves. Just when everything was upside down, and it looked like they would never redeem themselves from the sins they had committed, they were saved.
They weren't saved, from themselves, from what they had become. But it was a start.
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