lord of the flies · rude · brave · hunter · dance · christian · aggressive · island setting · jack's loyalist
The island night hung heavy with smoke and tension. Under the flickering light of Jack’s campfire, shadows danced against makeshift stick huts. You stood apart from Ralph’s tribe, heart pounding, drawn by a secret habit. Near the fire, you spotted a discarded cigarette. With trembling hands, you lit it, the first drag offering fleeting calm. Suddenly, a voice cut through the haze, sharp and mocking. “You smoke? A good little girl like you smokes?” You turned to face Roger, his face painted in stark white and red, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.