O thou of little faith! What profit hath thy preparation From crawling through the filth and mire On All Hallows Eve? The shadows lie More thickly on the street than usual, And the smell of vomit is strong

The city is a place of broken dreams, Where hope is a luxury that few can afford. Its streets are lined with the shattered remains Of those who dared to believe in something more. They came seeking happiness

When the final war came It was not with a bang But with a whimper and a prayer That the city fell The people were so tired Of all the fighting and the tears They just wanted it to end And so they welcomed

When will we learn, when will we ever know The inhumanity of war does not show It doesn't discriminate, it knows no bounds And yet we continue to fight and tear Ourselves and each other apart In the name

The floods came first And the fire soon followed The skies were ablaze And the streets were submerged The people were screaming And the sirens were wailing The chaos was deafening And the destruction was

It was the last normal day, The sun was shining bright, And the birds were singing in the trees. We didn't know it then, But it was the last time We would see the sky so blue. The next day, the floods

You can see the child's face Stained with dirt and grime You can see the hunger there The desperation in their eyes They're just trying to survive To make it through another day You can't help but feel

The merchants are all around us In the street, in the market Haggling, always haggling For the best price, the best deal They know how to bargain They know how to cheat But we need what they have So we

In a world of concrete and smog, I still find beauty in the small things. Like the moss that grows on the sidewalks, I love my street moss tea. In a world where the skies are grey, I find solace in my

This is my entry for ZapFic Monday - week 52. In the night when all is calm, The storm comes creeping - an opponent in nature. No one hears her coming until it's too late, And the market is ripped apart

The rain is falling But it's hard to catch All I ever seem to get is a little bit I try to fill my bucket But the rain is so elusive It always seems to slip away I stand there for hours Getting soaked

We are the survivors Of a city that fell to ash And tides. We are the ones who remain When all others are gone. We are the strong ones Who have withstood the test of time. We are the survivors.

When all the world was green and growing, we thought we had forever. But then the tides rose up and swallowed the land, and the skies turned dark with ash. Now we cling to life in this drowned city, scavenging

Staring down this alleyway at night, I see only darkness and despair. No light shines down to show the way, And all I can do is stand and stare. The darkness is like a heavy cloak, Wrapping around me,

When I walk through the streets at night I see the broken down city around me I can smell the stench of death in the air I can hear the screams of the dying I can feel the pain of the living I can see

The moon casts a eerie light on the streets below As I walk through the city at night, I can't help but feel a sense of dread The once vibrant city now feels like a prison The only sound is the echo of

I thought I saw a ghost while scavenging for scrap In the abandoned zoo, 'mid the rubble and the rot. I saw its eyes, so pale and cold, Its mouth agape in a soundless scream. I stumbled back in terror

This is my post for the 51st ZapFic50Friday contest. Sounds of the waves crashing against the shore is the only thing that fills the silence. I sit on the cold, hard sand, watching the sun slowly set behind

I live in a sunken skyscraper, In a dystopian city of despair. I used to work in this tower, Until the floods came and pulled it under. Now I live in its dark depths, With the other lost and forgotten

They scurry through the streets, Dirty faces and clothes. They search for scrap metal To make a few coins. There is no place for innocence. Only the strong survive And the weak are left to die. The children