A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes
He smelled
He was soaking wet and looked very pale.
The old gentleman bought the  man a beer
and ask him what his story was
the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner
a man of high class and standard.
He wore the finest clothes,
wore the most beautufl jewelry,
and went on amazing journeys.
The old gentleman began to laugh
he sipped his drink
looked over the man and asked him what happened
the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting
He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he
looked up
his car swirved in the lake
water seaped in
He said " water came rushing in so fast"
the old gentleman looked down at his beer
looked up
and the man was nowhere to be seen
he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went
the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman  talking to himself...
suddenly
The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story.

The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out.

Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ******. Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"

October 22nd 2012, Isaac Reihl was removed from life support, he was 14. I never knew him but I was good friends with his brother, Jacob. Isaac was hit head-on while longboarding when the oncoming car swirved into the other lane, he suffered numerous fractures to the skull, broken ribs, and more. Today, October 23rd, the announcment came over the air at school, saying that he had passed the previous day, people automatically broke down into tears, it was terrible, such a young person will never be able to experience the things in life such as love... after roughly ten minutes of silence, my teacher decided to share a poem one of her students wrote to her when she lost her mom, it brought tears to my eyes. the rest of the day, there was just an emptiness in the entire school. I would look across the cafeteria and see people hugging others, his friends crying. I didn't even know him, but the sadness just overwhealmed me, I cant even imagine what his friends, the girl who had a crush on him, his parents, his brother, people who looked to him, I just cant imagine how they feel. Its ****** he's gone, and I know this isnt a poem..but I didnt know where else to put it, Memento Mori, dont forget to live, you honestly never know when you'll die, this event has truely shown that to me.

Rest In Peace Isaac, where ever you are, wheither your in Heaven or not, your pressence is still here.

October 22nd 2012, Isaac Reihl was removed from life support, he was 14. I never knew him but I was good friends with his brother, Jacob. Isaac was hit head-on while longboarding when the oncoming car swirved into the other lane, he suffered numerous fractures to the skull, broken ribs, and more. Today, October 23rd, the announcment came over the air at school, saying that he had passed the previous day, people automatically broke down into tears, it was terrible, such a young person will never be able to experience the things in life such as love... after roughly ten minutes of silence, my teacher decided to share a poem one of her students wrote to her when she lost her mom, it brought tears to my eyes. the rest of the day, there was just an emptiness in the entire school. I would look across the cafeteria and see people hugging others, his friends crying. I didn't even know him, but the sadness just overwhealmed me, I cant even imagine what his friends, the girl who had a crush on him, his parents, his brother, people who looked to him, I just cant imagine how they feel. Its ****** he's gone, and I know this isnt a poem..but I didnt know where else to put it, Memento Mori, dont forget to live, you honestly never know when you'll die, this event has truely shown that to me.

Rest In Peace Isaac, where ever you are, wheither your in Heaven or not, your pressence is still here.