The Hunt by Jordyn White
After reading The Lord of the Flies , I've been reflecting on the hunting aspect of the book a lot. And with that, I was thinking about how the experience would be different--more domesticated. I revisioned this as a family hunting trip between father and daughter. So without further ado, I present The Hunt: _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The Hunt Large flakes drift toward the ground and join with the other fallen soldiers covering the greenery. Virtually untouched, a chalky blanket of fresh powder lines the hillsides. Nothing but two sets of footprints and one of a hoofed mammal penetrate the frozen sheet, heading toward a forest of barren trees. Snow clings to every crevice of the shrubbery, in stark contrast to the crimson blood trail. Further in the trees a bundled-up man with a salt-and-pepper beard carrie...