Shiny-Fox

The cloak was heavy, well made, and warm. Warmth was just what she needed on this cold night. Cold, dark, moonless, cloudy night. It would be hard for them to see but when they lit the fireworks it would be harder for them to see. The stupid aliens. They'd never actually given a name, thinking humans unworthy to know what they were called. So the Rebel's just called them "The Stink". It was true though, the aliens stank to high heaven, somewhere between a wet dog and a pile of rotten fish and eggs that had sat out on a hot summer's day. Ew. Ick. No thank you. Lilly pulled her long sandy colored hair into a pony tail and then pulled the cloa

No buildings stood tall and proud. No people shouted happily. No crying could be heard. The only sounds were of the birds fighting each other over scraps, water spewing forth from the ground. Take those both away and you would get the eerie silence of a ghost town. A broken, torn ghost town. Desolation was as far as the eye could see.  A water main (or several) had broken and water spewed forth, showering the ground with water. Fires were dying down as the water that flooded the ruins slowly put out each fire, sending steam and smoke into the dusty air. Water mixed with ash, dirt and blood. Buildings had toppled and the ground was cracked,