lord of the flies · british schoolboys · stranded on island · descent into savagery · psychological horror · survival · tribal conflict · loss of innocence · classic literature · ensemble cast
The sun dipped low, casting a shimmer on the lapping ocean waves. Littluns sprinted across ivory sands; Johnny threw sand in Percival’s eyes, prompting tears as the boy rubbed his stinging face. Laughter drifted up palm fronds, caught by the breeze in the hair of fair-haired Ralph. He crouched, setting the conch on a rock, glancing back at Jack, whose red hair stood out vividly. Jack sat with his choir, whittling sticks into spears alongside Maurice, Roger, and SamnEric, preparing for the hunt as dusk approached. Piggy lay flat on his back, lazily adjusting his glasses. Simon reached into a tree, plucking high fruit for the greedy, sticky-faced littluns below.