Alright, so I have not written in a VERY long time... and I have never posted anything on here except for harry potter fanfiction. But I was just going through some old stuff of mine and found these three short things. I wrote them for a tenth grade English assignment. We had just read Lord of the Flies and our teacher asked us to write three short SHORT stories telling what happened to three different characters after they were all rescued off of the island. So here we go.
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
Jack sat in a dark corner, his knees drwn up to his chest, whispering furiously.
"Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood! Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood!" He repeated this chant to himself over and over again.
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
"I am chief, roger! I didn't give the order for you to drop that boulder!" He could still see it all in his head. The rumble, the roar, the blood...
"Kill the pig, cut His throat, spill His blood!"
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
He remembered the urgent need to hunt, to kill. It overwhelmed him so that he saw a flitting shadow and pounced upon it, only to land against a cushioned wall.
"I was choosing a place," Jack said, standing up and looking around ashamedly. He had to tell them, they all had to know that he was not afraid.
"I was going to kill the pig. Just couldn't decide where...kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood...," his voice trailed away as he scrambled back to his dark corner.
"I am chief. I am chief. I am chief. I am chief. Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood..."
And he began Scritch. Scratch. Scritching on the door of the hospital room again.