Lord Of the Flies

The following was a class assignment for English Literature. I can't remember what the questions were, but I recently found this paper that had the answers on it, and I liked it, so... here we go.

If I ruled the world, I would outlaw smoking, hunting + fishing for sport, alcohol, clothes made from leather, fur and suchlike, and child/slave labour. I would enforce harsher punishments for racism, stricter penalties for road violations, wider facilities for the mentally and physically disabled, longer summer vacations and more meat supplements.

I feel the sand almost before I am awake. The miniscule grains curve the fit the shape of my body, sneaking into the linings of my clothes and irritating my skin. The heat of it finally reaches me as I wake to my flesh burning white-hot. I leap to my feet and run for cover under the shade of a palm tree. Looking out at the clear water sparkling under the burning disc that dominates the sky, I hear the call of a foreign bird, squawking in a symphonic monologue. I rasp my tongue along the roof of my mouth and taste the salt from the ocean that lingers there, my nostrils filling with the same harsh smell of fresh sea.

If I was stranded on a desert island, I would probably be too shocked for too long to do anything productive.

Paper Hearts [Part 2] -- The Self-Explanatory Enigma

I am your coffee in the morning.
I am the sugar, the sweetener, and the filtered orange juice.
I am your toast gone cold.
I am the milk you spilled.
I am the bus you missed, and the train that’s late.
I am your boss and your teacher,
I am your lover and your mother,
I am the one who tells you what to do every day.
I am everything you detest about humanity,
And everything you love.

I am a rollercoaster.
I am the spire atop Le Tour Eiffel.
I am a bungee rope.
I am vertigo.
I am chocolate, and sex, and the Brooklyn Bridge.
I am your life, your love.
I am the things you never thought you could do.
I am the things that shock your friends.
I am the silver lining on every cloud,
And the rainstorm within it.

I am a drug.
I am the orgasm of peer-pressure and the stain of deceit,
I am the web of destruction and the circuit of lies.
I am the prison sentence.
I am the handcuffs.
I am the face behind the camera.
I am the one who got away with it,
I am the reason you did not.
I am the pain of that bad break-up,
And the cheating whore you dumped.

I am the high school drama,
I am the Gossip Girl.
I am the trademark slut,
I am the bookish nerd, and the silent emo.
I am the outrageous feminist,
I am the token homosexual.
I am your godforsaken prejudices.
I am a teenager.
Give up-
You can’t change me.

Paper Hearts [Part 1] -- Bliss

There is a place where summer dances with winter,
Where the clouds are shaped like small woodland creatures,
Where cotton-ball rabbits bound through the empty sky,
And foxes creep stealthily over the sun.

There is a place where wildflowers grow and flourish,
Where their petals never wilt and never fade,
Where scarlet roses whisper to the bluebells,
Their secrets carried by the wind.

There is a place where beauty is unnecessary,
Where everyone is kind and no one is shunned,
Where friendships strengthen with age,
The words fat and ugly simply non-existent.

There is a place where love can bloom,
Where newlyweds bask in the glow of new life,
Where babies screech only in laughter at their parents’ love,
And kisses are exchanged more often than hello.

Meet me there, where we can watch the clouds move.
Where we can play hide-and-seek in the poppy fields,
Where you will never feel pain, but only kindness.
Where we can live and love forever.