Anani Mouse was a wealthy businessman turned criminal for crimes he didn't commit. The business Anani trusted used him as a scapegoat to steal money inside of trading. After his sentence, he spent 10 years in federal prison. After he got out, he had a hard time finding a job because other businesses, and even small shops didn't trust him. He lost his family, his home, and his reputation as a businessman. Slowly, he began to be forgotten, blending in to the very crowds he used to look over from his office years ago. As Anani slept on the cold concrete, he heard subtle footsteps coming his way. A man dressed in black crouched beside him and asked "Mr.Truman?". Anani immediately raised his head at the name, a name has not heard in years, his own. The man smiled, and leaned toward him. "People call me scrounge," he said"What can I call you?"Anani replied solemnly " as far as I am concerned I am anonymous. " Scrounge replied" For now I'll call you Anani." The man rose and placed out a hand toward Anani " come, we have much to talk about" and as Anani took his hand, for the first time, he felt like his life has been touched.
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We Are the Unknown
Short StoryA group of wallflowers are gathered by a mysterious man, each with their own story.