The horizon was blissful yet eloquent, how the light from the everlasting sun glared into the window of my single serving hospital room. The shine reminded me of the old days on the island, the days of adventure, extremeness, despair and terror. Those days were the best and worst in my life up to this very day on my death bed. That day I was rescued from that God forsaken island, was the day I left behind Ralph the British schoolboy and brought along a stranger I was weirdly bond to now. The attraction was intoxicating but also a paradox at the same time. This dark wanderer in the clouded corners of my mind was me.
The truth about the events that took place on that island is revealed in the book “The Island” It seems that Ralph couldn’t bare the guilt he felt for the lives lost on that island. But Ralph’s death was caused by a powdery residue on a type of shell that was actually an obviously fatal, fungus only located on far out islands. The shell that stood for respect and honor was indeed the downfall of Ralph. And so we give our love hoping he will rest in peace finally
The Range of Relentlessness
If you haven't read the book Lord and the Flies, then this story might not be as interesting to you. But if you would still like to read it more power to you.Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
