Forest fires are common, but never here exactly. Millions of greens swim in front of me. Distantly I see flames rising; scarlet against pine. Fire's an animal; devouring its path, taking lives of mine and human kind. The smoke mixes with the air, a swirling oblivion turning the crystal-clear sky grey. I see trees nearby drop, charcoal-coloured, lifeless, shattering when they make bitter contact with the ground. I feel the heat lick my roots underground. It approaches. I don't have long. My lower branches catch alight; I feel the violent burning edging up my swaying body. This is it...
by Chloe Woolley (13)
Brinsworth Comprehensive School, South Yorkshire
Competition - Mini Monologues
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