I wrote this flash fiction as a demonstration to my Year 9 classes who are currently learning about imagery.
Hundreds of tiny figures stand close together and wait. Bright uniforms range from luminescent white to pink and crimson red. Steam rises like a flag, signalling the enemy that they are ready for battle. A shiver runs through the group as instruments of war claim their first victims, silently accepting their fate. The rest regroup clumsily, bracing themselves for another attack which could come from any angle. Red fire falls from the sky, coating them from head to toe. Sticky, grimy, slimy mess.
The battle is lost as I reach for another spoonful of my delicious rice & chilli.
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