Oblivisci ignotus is not an object nor a plant. It does not have scales nor fur, it is not blind nor legless. It's not found on Asia, Africa, America, Europe and Antartida. ignotus does not have a lack of pictures of it, and it is not unkown, it's not remembered except for negatives. It's special feature is not created by pheromones nor hypnosis, the cause is not known. Not all man have survived it's encounter, however the creature is also not dangerous. It's population is not big, it is not endangered. Researcher: Doctor Armando L. Notes: Extra information is saved in extra archives, texts needs to be translated to negative language otherwise be forgotten by those who think about it.
Darryl came in to the living room, the clock hit 3 AM the exact momento Alissa turned around on her chair. "Well?" - She said looking into Darryl with a fierce look in her eyes. "Darling," - Darryl said with a huge smile, "you won't believe the day I had, you remember my new boss? Ramy?" "What about him?" - She coldly replied. "We went out for a few drinks and he is like, amazing, he has such an interesting way of thinking, you really should meet him!" "And no calls to your wife? No messages, not a fax or a rock at the window? Just a 'hey I might have died, good luck waiting worried'?" - She would've shouted, but kept her voice down to a snarl. "I'm sorry, really, it was just... you had to be there." - he replied shyly. "I am going to bed, you can have the couch." - Alissa turned and went to the bed, slamming the door.
/A few days later/
The earlier event was nearly forgotten in the Koperfan home, Alissa and Darryl had made peace, except, in the strangest of happenings, Darryl who was a 'eat the rich' type, was always speaking well of his boss, he had even been invited to his house for a barbecue, Alissa included. "Do I really have to meet your boss?" "Of course! You will love him, he is a really cool guy." - He said with a fascination in his eyes. "And the collar?" - She pointed at him. "A gift from him, almost everyone is wearing at the office, he's great." - A thumb sized gem was at the end of the collar, with a few markings all around. Getting at his boss house, Alissa noticed something really off about it, well, the fact that it was huge was one thing, but that it had so many people wearing the same clothes, a mix of a robe with a suit, and the same collar, was weirder. "Are they... Servants? Employees? Was this a costume party?" - Alissa asked worriedly "No darling, this is another of his gifts, actually, I got one too! But I decided to receive it with you." - Darryl said with open eyes. Grey eyes. Alissa laughed awkwardly, following with the eyes the people leaving and coming in the house. She them remembered something, a weird message she received last Friday, a withdraw from the bank of 100 dollars, she was told to wait for a response. She looked at Darryl. "Would you... give me a second? I want to reapply makeup." "Sure dear, I will say to the M-... Boss, you arrived!" He quickly paused. "We are waiting!" And left the car. Alissa waited for him to leave and picked up her cellphone, dialed the number of the company. "Hi Janet, hey listen, what is the name of Darryl's new boss?" "New boss? Ali, Darryl was fired Friday." "... What?" "Yeah he said he found something better to 'serve', right after a happy hour." "... Thanks Janet." Alissa looked at the huge blue house, two triangles entangled by a S like shape. "Boiling frogs huh." Alissa paused, thought and left. All Darryl found at his house was a letter. "I tolerated the drinking, religion, the selling of the car and the betting, a cult is too much, last straw, you're a lost cause, goodbye."
Dear Alice, I am sitting in the first library to open in a thousand years, in my hands I hold a thing called a "pastry", it is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten, I can now say, I am a freeman, no longer a slave, a machine for the labs to explore, I am my own person, my own flesh and well, not blood, oil I guess, but I am me, you tried to help me all those years ago and now I aim to help you, no more bloodshed and violence, I saw too much of that, I refuse to be another war machine to anyone else, I am a rational being and would like to be one, for once. My body may be weird to be looked at but I will take it as my source of pride, they are not here anymore, those scientists I mean, the emperor banished those monsters from the kingdom, all prisoners were freed from the labs, pardoned royally, my crime from ages past is not important anymore, and I feel freer then any man could ever be, you asked me what I would do out of the lab, well, I am at the library for a reason, I aim to become a lawyer, I want to protect new criminals from being unjustly charged, no more deaths for stealing bread, no more enslavement for being unable to pay taxes, I aim to change these laws, little by little, I shall stand proof of the last injustice ever committed in our kingdom. From your oldest friend, Lucianus Abricus.
Claire was washing the dishes when she heard her cellphone ringing. It was her favorite song, their wedding song, she and Laura had been married for four years now, time really flew by. As Claire picked up the phone the call ended suddenly, so she phoned Laura this time. "Hi sweetie, how are you?" - Claire calmly said. "Claire help me!" - Laura answered hastily. "Laura, love what happened?" "I was coming to work when this guy started following me around" - she stopped to cough - "He chased me until that restaurant near your job, I don't know where he is but I'm hiding in the toilet." "Laura, calm down, I'm going to call the police ok?" "NO!" - Laura said in a voice that slightly scared Claire, it sounded so deep, unusual for her. "Sorry Claire, no, I need you to come here, there's this alley on the side that I can escape trough the window, wait for me there." "Honey you are not making any sense, just call the police, they can get this guy, how does he look like?" "Claire I don't want to get the police involved, just come get me, please." "But why not Laura, what if he decides to chase you in the bathroom?" "I-" - she stopped - "He won't, I'm already on the alley, please come get me Claire, I need you." Claire sat down, after a few moments of silence Laura said again - "Claire, come get me, I am waiting for you" "Laura?" "Yes?" "How come you are only calling me by name?" "What? Claire I'm scared, please just come, quickly!" Claire took a deep breath - "Fine, I'm on my way." ... A day later: Rosanne was sitting watching television when her phone ringed, it was her daughter Claire. "Hi daughter how are you?" "Rosanne help me!" .
Every death is another title Into my book they go Every man had a story That into history won't go
Three hundred yesterday Who knows tomorrow The iron brand of death in my arms It hungers with a fiery mouth
The bringer of ends It is how I feel All my friends are saved But their friends Their ends have names Thompson, Noble, and more
My souls shatters with every thud And my heart grows colder When does a man become a monster?
“This is golden, how did you get all of this? Bribery, tax evasion, fraudery, all with evidence too!”
John light his cigar and talked trough closed teeth “The same way he did it, stealing, bribing, the works.”
His editor smile suddenly diminished “Johnny, listen, this is perfect, golden, but I must warn you, this won’t come cheap, not for you, I don’t know what could happen.”
“I do, arrest at maximum, doubt that fat oath has the balls to do anything else, the lard deserves to be exposed, look at all that, I don’t care what happens, just get it published” “You are doing a good work John, I will pray for you” “Thanks, a drink?” Both journalist and editor celebrated that night, to a historical success, the exposition of a large corruption circle and a job well done. For weeks that was how it went, Johnny was celebrated as a cultural hero, the politician was facing a large scandal, even threats of arrest were sent his way. John was already thinking of his next job, revealing secrets, searching for hidden meanings, that’s how he got into investigative journalism, it was his passion. John walked to a nearby café owned by his friend Nicole. “A cappuccino, for a perfect week!” “Right away Johnny dear.” The coffee shop was quiet that day, only a few costumers, two men drinking coffee in a corner and an old lady drinking her tea. Nicole sat in front of John with his coffee cup, her pretty smile indicating that she either had or was looking for gossip. “So, small hero, what’s the next big news? Stopping a war before it happens, revealing a serial killer?” “Nothing so big this time, been looking at a surgeon who overcharges his patients, he is also evading taxes.” “To another success then, listen, why don’t you stay tonight? I will make a nice big dinner” “That would be nice, in fact, could I bother you for a pie?” “Sure!” – As Nicole went away to the kitchen, John found himself alone at the coffee shop, he decided to look to the street, all types of cars were on it. A black car suddenly stopped in front of the café, like a business man car. He wondered if there was a story there when four men left, all armed. “Should’ve kept your mouth shut!” was the last words Johnny heard as the café exploded around him in fragments of glass and bullets, his cigar still lit as he hit the floor. It appears Nicole would have dinner alone, again.
Hystrix fructus - Fruitnicks are carnivorous mammals who mainly feed on small birds and insects, they are rarely preyed by larger animals due to their appearance, as these animals evolved to look like fruits who fell off trees, their number is controlled due to their low intelligence, as they rarely recognize each other and tend to mate with fallen fruits instead.
To see the night sky Oh what a bliss, what a sight So many glitters, so far away The eternal silent plight
As I watched and pondered The stars wandered The milky way opening its way So the sky may sway
After hours I see it The first one to fall A bright and shiny one Who out glowed them all
This was my last sight As I lay to sleep I awake to find no stars Therefore, I weep.