Olesen'ka

This story happened to me about three years ago. I was at 11th form. We were undergoing practical training. My friend and I were printing some documents when I got one strange message. I opened my mobile phone to read it. Here I found: “U’ll soon die”. Well… very funny, still. But who could send me it? I decided to dial this number. A voice answered: “Yes”, and the line’s gone. I couldn’t even guess who I was calling to. Even the sex of a stranger. I wrote him a message: “U’ve got a childish voice”. He answered: “In case U don’t like my voice I’ll see would U like my axe”. The mystery frightened me. But due to my nature, deep in my soul, I don’t believe in any mystery. In the evening that day he wrote me that I would die in a week. I’ve told about this story to my boyfriend. He was shocked and suggested to find this stranger to punish him for this evil joke. I asked him to forget. It was just a joke, nothing serious. Some days later I got a message sitting in a classroom. We had a task to prepare a concert for teachers. The strange wrote: “U look nice today”. That made me very scared. I looked over. All my classmates were absorbed with work. People who were sitting around me were laughing at these strange massages. My friend whispered in my ear: “It’s Andrew”. I couldn’t believe it. He was near. Moreover, he forgot his mobile phone at home that day. It couldn’t be him. In a day I got another message: “U may save yourself if U dye your hair in red”. I was laughing all that day. Somebody was eager me to change the colour of my hair. Necessary to mention that I was blonde during that year. On the day of my “death” I was lying in a bed when I got his last message: “One, two…I will kill U….three, four…don’t U want something more?…” Strange way to impress me. I read it & went on to sleep.Two months later we were preparing one school competition. That day we were all together in our classroom. I was looking for something interesting in Andrew’s mobile phone. I sent it to me. When I looked at his number, something caught my attention. I remembered this number… But who it might be?... I found previous messages from my maniac & was quite shocked to find that this maniac was Andrew…. What made me angry was that everyone knew about it. Everyone except me!!!Poor Andrew… that day he asked me to forgive him a million times)))

Sofia

I must confess. I can read people’s thoughts. If you find it interesting I guess I can share with you some thoughts of one person. I noticed this young person with a rucksack on the back near the ticket-window on the Perm II when I was standing on the bus-stop.Quotation (lexic and punctuation are saved):“I’ve started to save my monthly scholarship since November. It’s my only earnings but I do not complain. This sum will be enough for a one-way ticket to the train “Perm – Anywhere-But-There”.I was right when I decided which things were necessary to take along. No diaries, no photoes, no telephone contacts, no addresses. Just face to face with my new life. Forgiving myself and others, forgetting old mistakes of mine, overcoming pressuring sensation of endless responsibility, I’m turning over a new leaf in my fate.I’ve made sure that nothing will prevent me from leaving, nobody will persuade me to stay. Because people are free in their decisions. Because nobody cares. The sum doesn’t change because of summand change. Add one person here, deduct another one there – and the result will be inchangeable. The life is not mathematics but the rules are the same. So I’m sure this place won’t suffer a lot from my absence. Perhaps, it even will feel itself better, who knows.I’ve promised myself that I won’t make no plans. It’s my new tactics. I’m fed up of desperation creeping over me everytime something goes out of my control. Certainly, it’s not a discovery – all people have their failed plans. But imagine, you believe you’re on the right way, you hope you’ll achieve the target, you put much effort into it, and it – alas and alack! – turns out to be the wrong direction from the very beginning. Okay, it’s possible starting once again. But is it sensible to try the second million time if it’s clear that people’s funny excuse about “zebra-life”, explaining their flops, doesn’t work in my case? My life is a huge dark space giving me a signal that it’s high time I stopped hating myself, because I’m unable to deal with it anymore, and dropped everything turning my meaningless existence upside down.Why am I inclined to believe that I will be more lucky somewhere else? Well, I’m starting from the very beginning and beginner’s luck!”At that moment I felt like asking him a question: “You seem to be angry of somebody…”Then I’m not sure whether he caught my idea or he just continued his thought.“Definitely. I’m angry. With myself. It’s the only feeling I can’t get rid of on the threshold of my new life.I did an effort to tell him: “I guess you’re about to make a great mistake. Are you aware of what a character of Audrey Hepburn in one old movie was told?You know, what’s wrong with you? You’re afraid to say “OK, life’s a fact”. It’s wherever you go because no matter where you run, you just stand up running into yourself.So, you cannot escape the problem if the problem is you. Does running away make sense?”I think that person was hesitating and my phrase would probably help to him to make up his mind. Whatever. He could hardly read my thoughts. But his thoughts…It seemed that all these words were imbued with familiar emotions, so they were not too difficult to me to read and understand. I wanted to tell him something else…Then the bus came.
29 April 2009 13:01

Irina

How strange we are…people. We take every problem for some burning issue. In fact, it is a normal reaction, because we try to prevent ourselves from extinction. It is our nature. It is in our blood. However, such tempting invention as money is far from our nature. It is a disease, and this disease is infectious, chronic and inherited. Actually, it is well curable, but still…If you are infected with it, at least, try don’t share it with someone else.Once, sitting in the café, my friend told me that he had lost his job. He was panic-stricken, because he hadn’t told about this fact to his wife. He is not a henpecked husband, but still…Wife is a wife and crisis is a crisis. I don’t know why. I don’t know where. I don’t know when. And I absolutely don’t know how I caught this idea, or, to be more specific, how the idea caught me, but I fond the only way out. At that moment the only thought in mind was “the crisis…the crisis would mow us all down…the crisis would mow down me”.So, we had to act quickly. What do you think was the idea? Of course, to find a treasure. There was only one problem – where. Nevertheless, the solution was simple to get for us, young and creative. I hope, you don’t believe it was an island with a cave, map with a cross and pirates with a parrot. Of course, no. You are not so hackneyed. It was a court with a sandpit, lively imagination, idée fixe and very curious dwellers, who were eager to know the reason why the couple didn’t let children play in the sandpit.You may ask “Why a sandpit??!” We may answer, but don’t judge us strictly, please. “The sand is taken to a sandpit every year therefore the upper layers of the soil must be soft, loose and they can be easily dug.” The second reason was a little bit more persuasive. “Some years ago there was a cemetery instead of children’s playground and a nunnery.” As far as we decided to act immediately, we didn’t have any equipment, so we had to borrow some sort of it from the children who were so excited to find out that adults would play with them. It appeared that little, plastic shovels were easy to use. They can dig, chop, stab, level and even… become broken. Remember!!! A shovel can’t cope with a pavement of brick! All the more, when it comes across a horse shoe.Fortunately, our weather forecasters had failed our nature exam once again. It would be interesting to know how many repeating of examination they had already flunked. So, we reached the nearest bus stop, shook out of our pockets eight rusty nails, three or four interesting pebbles and one horse shoe. “It seems that we need a new plan… and a new shovel for the boy whose was broken…”
29 April 2009 11:51

Artyom the Thirteenth

Nothing fascinating ever happen, not even something exciting or at least unusual.Just can't understand why everyone around tend to say that our world is so extraordinary and interesting.Every day is dully: I see everything that I've already saw, do everything that I've already done. Like in that song: the same faces and the same places.I don't know why the police wanted me to tell them about yesterday. Every day is a copy of another.And that day was by no means outstanding. Except for that I had been rather dissipated and awkward, and while crossing the street I was been carried away by the sight of flying iron (damn, they are so beautiful in the sunlight! I'm wishing someday i can fly it myself) and then I've been knocked down by a hipporider (I know that it's my bad, but couldn't he see me!?). It didn't hurt actually as hippo's fur softened the impact.After a small brawl with the rider I've looked at my watch and realized that I'm completely late for my appointment with a doctor (this stupid horn growing on my forehead really drive me crazy).Though I've been 15 minutes late doc Hill received me. She is a very beautiful woman. I can't even decide which of her heads is more beautiful (unfortunately she's already married).Doc Hill looked at me, at my horn. Made fun of it(something about horny or whatever... I wasn't listening).She said that this illness is common for people who suffers from a stress and gave me some pills.Then I immediately headded home to watch a game of quidditch and relax.You see, nothing special.What they have been wanting to hear from me? Aliens, espers and ghosts? Every schoolchild know that they had been all exterminated by humans a long time ago!
29 April 2009 10:56

Kate

Believe yourselvesOur dreams sometimes make us stare. I often think what the dream is. The majority of people is sure that dreams are just parts of our imagination and our thoughts which we have during the day. I always agreed with them but some days ago I understood that dreams are something more than just odds and ends of thoughts. That day I was very tired and exhausted. I had a very long and difficult day consisting of a great amount of problems which I had solve. That’s why when I came home and lied to bed I fell asleep at once. That night I saw many various dreams, but one I remembered the most had quite simple and tenuous plot: I move to a new flat (I don’t remember the reason of that move) and get acquainted with the woman who lives one floor up. We find out that we have a lot in common and that’s why we spend much time together discussing different philosophic problems. A very strange fact is that this woman is many years older than me but we don’t feel anything like the generation gap at all…I don’t remember the end of that dream. To be more precise, I didn’t pay much attention to this dream and forgot about it…for some time.Approximately two days later I went by bus to my University. I was reading a book trying to repeat some information that I studied at home for a test. Suddenly I looked up and met eye of the woman…from my dream! I bet it was she! I recognized her at once: the same copper hair and hazel eyes, the same striped pullover and lilac trousers. Yes, wearing a warm pullover in May is at least strange, but her pullover wasn’t the object of my thoughts at that very moment. I was thinking about…No, I wasn’t thinking at all! I was extremely surprised, all my thoughts flew away and I was looking at the woman with my mouth opened. The only thought wouldn’t leave me: «It’s she! I recognized her…» I should also mention a very interesting and surprising fact. On her wrist the woman was wearing a turquoise bracelet…my bracelet. It may sound very funny but the bracelet was really mine. I remembered at once that I lost it some months ago. I’d done my best to find it but all the attempts were fruitless. And now I saw the woman from my dream wearing it. In a while the woman noticed that I watched her very attentively. She came to me and whispered: -You’d better believe yourself but not other people’s false guesses.And she went out the buss. I think I’ll never forget that meeting. What is more, I hope to see the dream with that woman once again and I want she to explain me what she meant with her phrase in the bus. It’s already a year passed but I still hope.
29 April 2009 10:33

Mark

Personal Journal - Entry 1The fact that now you are listening this recording means I'm no longer alive at this moment. It all started in 2277... No wait... Let me begin my story another way.."War. War never change. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it were not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeed in destroying the world - but war, war never change. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on the fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die. Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters and no one ever leaves." - These are my father's words. For 19 years I've been living in the Vault 101, the underground nuclear asylum without seeing a single sun beam. I never thought about exiting the Vault - it was my home. I thought that there is nothing on the outside. No live formes or anything... Well I just didn't know what should have been there centuries ago... Who would have tought that one day I'll be forced to leave the Vault for ever. One day my father left the Vault without saying a word. After that everybody regarded me as the son of the betrayer... I decided to find my dad and get the answers...
"...no one ever leaves...no one ever enters..." God damn it! This world is bogged down in lies...
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29 April 2009 10:15

Eugennia Agafonova

My grandmother lives in a very small city naming Gornozawodsk. I should say that I really enjoy visit her. E very time she is glad to see us: she bakes tasty cakes and listens to our news very attentively. So, she is always ready to give us a warm welcome. The only defect is that she always wants us visit one of her friends. I don’t mind come round and see her friends although sometimes it may be boring.This autumn we also decided to visit her. So, we have packed our bags, put them into the car and set off. The weekend was amazing. We eat a lot of delicious cakes, watched TV and looked through great number of old photo albums. Finally, as usual, we went to see one of my grandmother’s friends. She was a nice of woman of middle age. Firstly, I thought it will be quite a bored visit, but, in fact, it wasn’t. Since the first moment I noticed that the woman was a bit confused and even surprised, but I couldn’t understand the reason. Anyway, she was very good hostess. A bit later sitting at the table, I had felt that she was curiously looking at me. Besides, during the evening she called me the wrong name twice. I was really surprised by her behavior.Some time later she apologized and explained her odd behavior. The thing is that the previous summer she visited her son who lived in Krasnodar and the daughter of his neighbors bore a strong resemblance to me. So, if she didn’t know that I spent that summer in Perm with my parents, she will never believe her eyes.I wouldn’t say I was surprised a lot. I suppose that somewhere may be a person who looks like my twin. If such a person exists, I would like see her.
29 April 2009 09:16