Oh, look, more LotF fanfiction. An actual multichaptered fic, oh lord! :O But this is oneshot-like enough, so maybe I'll be able to keep it up.

I've got a oneshot titled 'Flame' that could be seen as a sort of prequel to this.

But, anyway, this is going to be a multi-chaptered 'after the island' fic. With seven perspectives each chapter. Yeah. Always in the same order.

And each perspective is given a prompt from my ginormous list of one-word prompts. If you feel like it – and want to keep this story going, I've only got 250 prompts – leave a one-word prompt in your review, and it'll be done after a while. x3

Destroy – Roger

That was his purpose in life – destruction. He destroyed any hope the littleuns had. He'd crushed Piggy's head under that rock. He'd smashed the life from Simon's body with his spear. He'd made plans to leave Ralph's head to rot for the beast. He'd helped Jack burn down the island. Now there would be no more of that. He'd be forced back into ties and shoes and rules.

It was like a sort of sick karma.

Bittersweet – Ralph

It wasn't a happy ending, not really. Simon was dead, Piggy was dead, he was the only sane one. If he was sane. What was sanity, anyway?

Irrelevant. It was all irrelevant. They were saved now. They were on a boat, ready to go home. He would finally be clean.

He didn't like the way Roger was eying him.

Love – Samneric

They'd gotten a hold on things, for the most part. Their hands still clutched each other's, and they hadn't been out of each other's sight since… the fire. Since the fire.

"Keep your eyes on them."

"They could still attack."

These words weren't spoken. But both twins knew that they had been. They'd each thought one of them, and the other had heard it, clear as day.

Nothing could compare to the love of a brother.

Hate – Percival Wymes Madison

"I think I feel like you."

The demon with the brown eyes looked down with a sneer. He shrunk back, managing not to shake all that much.

"Feel like me?"

The demon was waiting for an answer.

That new emotion bubbled up inside him, and he nodded, narrowing his eyes. The demon's sneer turned into a smirk.

"Wonderful."

Happiness – Simon

It was always happy here. Sunny, bright, and cheerful. It was like the island… what the island could have been.

Only one other boy was on this island, though. Piggy – he claimed to be Piggy. But this boy was slim, with no glasses. He was handsome, and intelligent. The only thing that marked him as Piggy was that annoying habit of taking control of the situation.

But that didn't matter. Simon was happy here.

But he still had the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong.

Death – Maurice

He surfaced and coughed, rubbing the water out of his eyes. Completely gone. Everything and everyone was completely gone. It was just him.

Where had everybody gone? Even if they'd died in the blaze, wouldn't there be bodies?

Had they been rescued after all?

He'd seen Roger and one of the twins just moments before the fire had consumed the area where he'd sought comfort in water and Bill… oh, Bill's screams…

Yes, Bill was dead, everyone else was rescued, and he was alone.

God – Jack Merridew

Did He exist? For some reason, he hoped not. Everything he'd done… everything he'd done and he was perfectly fine, a little burned around the edges, but mostly perfectly-fucking-fine.

At least he felt remorse? He could see Roger and one of the littleuns – a littleun of all people! – discussing and glancing at Ralph every few seconds.

Where had Bill and Maurice gone?

Um. Yeah. It's a little short. But they'll probably get longer, and I am planning on updating every day. Even after school gets out and I pick up my regular fanfiction-ing schedule again. Because this is fun and written on notebook paper and that's always best, right?

Actually, most of my Lord of the Flies stuff is written on actual paper… hm…

And, yeah, Bill's dead. Because he's Bill. He'll show up in Simon's little world soon enough. And Simon's little world SHOWS THE SOUL. WHICH IS WHY PIGGY ISN'T FAT AND STUFF.

(plus it's too cruel to make him suffer through that in the afterlife, too. bye-bye ass-mar)