The golden sun moth
By Noelle B
The bitter smell of smoke around me
Flames engulfing my life
Lapping up every last essence of life from my home
I call out to my family but to no avail
I'm trapped in a circle of death
Seething hot flames
I see their bodies on the floor
Bugs, lizards, koalas
I hear the sounds of sirens coming closer and yells of humans
But it's too late
We are dead
We are gone
The yells come closer but so do the flames, leaping towards us
Finally the flames cower back and a cold splash of water falls onto us
I plummet to the floor
I can hear Mum and Dad
Telling me to stay strong
I can't… I'm so sorry
I want to go home