The song-Chris

When i was a kid my mom had always sang a song in russian, i never learned what it meant because my mom died before she could teach me. I live with my dad now and remember her singing it to me before bed everynight. Its my favourite song but i dont know the meaning so i ask my friend at school if she knows the words but he doesnt and doesnt even speak the same dialect. So i continue on with my life. I am now around 25 and starting my career in the oil and gas fields. I love my job so much on the oil rigs, its hard but that song keeps me through it. One day i am singing it as i work and my best pal on the rig hears and me and says “Hey, i recognize that song people sang it in the old country when they felt they were going to die soon. Whered you hear it?” “I heard it from my mom she sang it to me everynight before bed.” I say. He says sorry for my loss and walks away. I am confused. How did he know my mom had died I never shared anything personal with him before. When i get home that night i ask my wife if she ever heard of the song and she has. I ask her the meaning behind the words. She says “It goes like this: Whenever you sing this song the person you like the least will die.” She tells me people in the old country sang the song when they were so sick they began to hate themselves because they could do nothing for their loved ones. I leave and go to the basement to think about this for awhile. My mom hated herself because she couldnt help me. But she died when i was 10 i had done most of my childhood, why did she sing it to me for so long, she wasnt sick when she started to sing to me. I wonder and wonder. Then it hits me right around my 6th birthday my uncle was accused of rape and murder of a young girl. My mother started to sing to me right around then. Did she want him to die? Her own brother? But she kept singing after he died, was their other people she wanted dead? I guess there was a lot of deaths between my 6th birthday and my 10th. My aunt, grandma, great grandpa and my mother. But the worst of all my family was my dad, he had beaten me and struck my mother on many occasions. I guess she kept singing to get rid of him, but whhy did she die and not him? I cant answer this question and it bothers me for the next 10 years until it dawned on me when i saw a girl get beat by her husband in public. She said sorry for disrupting him and blamed it all on her. My mom hated herself during those final hours and thought we would be better off without her. She died for no reason. And my dad wiil pay, i start singing this song to my children but my dad is still as good as ever but i soon notice my best friend from the rig get sick with cancer. I realized this song hits with your deepest emotions and cant be changed based upon what you think you want. I hated my friend for telling me the reason for this song and turning me into the vengeful beast i am now. So i continue to sing this song as i continue to i get weaker and weaker until a month later i am finally dead.

The illusionist-Chris

So today as i was walking home i ran across this guy, he seemed like a fairly young guy with his whole life ahead of him. I thought nothing of this passing by so i just continued on my way home without thinking anything else about him. Once i get home i couldn’t remember what i had thought about the entire walk home only that one guy. He encompassed my thoughts and i couldn’t focus on anything else i was concerned. I told my parents what was going on they just pushed it off as if i was just making it up. I went to my room to think about my situation. I still couldn’t think about anything. I thought id go for a walk to think about what is happening as i pass the spot where i saw the guy i thought i might see him again. Nope. I continue walking i reach the police station and a police car is pulling out with its sirens going. A police man comes out as well and asks me if i have seen a man, because he went missing. It’s the guy i have been thinking about all day. I rack my brain for connections but i feel it must just a coincidence. I make my way home confused as ever and see him standing in the field i cross to go home. I ask “What are you doing?” He tells me “Living” why i ask? “Because I am going to die” “Now! I proclaim “We have to get you to a hospital” all he says is no and walks away. I feel he knows what he is doing and watch him walk away and I see him flicker, i think its a trick of the light but then he disappears, there was nowhere for him to go. I make my way home just thinking about him and slowly i forgot about him.

The Unknown-Pam

hi. you’ll never know my name, but nice to meet you. am i good? well, it depends on what you’re talking about… i’m not good, not bad either. i guess i’m neutral. i teach you karma and all the things you have to learn to get through this thing you called “life” and whatnot. don’t believe me? fine. good luck going through your problems. do i give advice? yea i do. you won’t like it though. because i’m ALWAYS right. you’ll hate everything that comes out of my mouth cuz it’ll either destroy you, or help you. i don’t have feelings so i don’t really care. i don’t hate everybody either. i’m just here to teach you to on how to control your life and to make you realize that not everyone cares about you… not everyone likes you. and one day, you’ll realize you have to suck it up and walk away from everybody. you have to be strong for yourself cuz in the end… you are the only person that can really help you. always remember that.. you’ll NEVER know my name, but you’ll always know my purpose. and think about what you do everyday, cuz everything you do defines you. don’t be afraid.. just be yourself and you’ll be fine.