The Beast

That night all you could see was an orange blur, tearing across the country.

Devouring anything in its path, turning it into a black, smouldering mess.

The fire was like a huge monster that kept growing, feeding on people's fear of losing their homes.

All you could hear were screams and children crying for their parents.

The trees crackled and popped as they fell to the ground.

It had beaten them.

The fire was a beast that danced from tree to tree, making them sizzle and splutter as they turned black.