Lust in Love

Original Writing

I hope you remember all the good that came out of us. I think it was love, it certainly wasn’t lust. Lust would’ve been the taste of your lips in the moonlight, but I loved the feeling I’d get deep in my stomach when I’d trace my thumb over your bottom lip. I loved the brightness in your eyes after I kissed your fingertips. I don’t think lust covers that.

Lord of The Flies: Oh, Ralph

Original Writing

Ralph was the epitome of weakness – superficial and mean. He mocked the spiritual and the wise, and was blissfully unaware of his identity from the moment he landed on the island. He craved the respect of barbaric leaders yet desperatly desired control over everyone and everything. He became the beast when his ignorance and uncertainty made him a coward, and yet he somehow escaped the hands of death almost enitrely unscathed. He only embraced maturity with open arms when death looked him in the eyes and taunted him.

Ralph’s innocence and nativity died only when the others did.