The Flames

• Alison Godbier, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2010

The flames. All I could see were the hot, shimmering flames. I half expected the devil himself to appear and laugh at my misery. The leaping fire was making me sweat. Was it the blazing heat or was it just fear? All I could hear was my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. The smoke stug my eyes and made me splutter. Everything I knew and loved was destroyed. The last thing I saw was a shower of burning embers. They pierced into my skin like a million hot needles. I gave up. I was in hell.