Friday, August 7

100 Word Exercise- Flames

Soaring high above the beautiful, green, lush rainforest, my keen eyes detect movement. Not prey, but humans. Humans on the warpath. A faint grey trail of smoke drifted from where they were. 
My eyes narrowed and a dive-bombed into that part of the forest, as my brain pulsed with the words, I loathe humans, no, not again!

They were burning down the trees. Screams of dying animals came to my ears, and the smell of burning flesh. I screeched and landed on a human’s head. They should be terrified, punished, and killed for this. For making these animals suffer.