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    World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out
    World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out
    World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out
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    World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out

    By Olya Aman

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    Some mistakes are like ghosts that will continue to hunt you down circling around your life interfering into the present, and sabotaging the future. The very minute you think you are in charge of the voyage, your vessel collisions with an enormous iceberg from your past. Trying to find the way out may take you a lifetime. Learning to live with your most feared persecutors rather than trying to combat them is the only solution.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOlya Aman
    Release dateDec 9, 2017
    ISBN9781370213146
    World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out
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    Olya Aman

    Once upon a time a reader told me that my past life was filled with books and maritime adventures. I worked in a library on some kind of a cruise ship. Being a visionary child with a boisterous imagination I took it as a clear coin and acted accordingly from that day forward. My subconscious mind told me to read and write, envisioning stories. I followed my calling by writing essays on my favorite literary masterpieces and accompanying them with hesitant childish drawings that caused my writing to flourish with life and movement. Every sentence was vivid with my cinematic prose. This creative work was my secret weapon, helping me to combat the loneliness of my adolescence. It provided me with a treasure-filled-hideaway where I always was able to discover understanding and love through true friendship. Imagination works as a miraculous crystal ball that can tell you what may happen with you in the future. And the greatest gift we have is to be able to paint our futures the way we envision them. Belief is the key to this door where creation becomes visible, and action is the secret magic powder that gives you an ability to touch and feel, breathe and live the reality of this dream-realized life. I live my dream only because I believed in it all my life and every step I made was moving me closer to the very top of the mountain of my life.

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      World In-Between ~ Looking for the Way Out - Olya Aman

      WORLD IN-BETWEEN

      Looking for The Way Out

      Olya Aman

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

      Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2017 Olya Aman

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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      Contents

      Chapter 1. Horrible life

      Chapter 2. Life in the forest

      Chapter 3. Attack

      Chapter 4. Back to life after death

      Chapter 1. Horrible life

      Damn this life!

      Nothing was going according to plan for Alex again.

      It was going the same old way. But the same old way was definitely downwards.

      His alarm clock happily did not work again today. Or, probably, it worked, but then the devil's dream catcher helped. Well, you know, the sort of thing when you wake up, get ready to do business, walk down the street with a full understanding that it is happening, not even knowing that in reality you are still drooling on your pillow to the sound of the alarm clock buzzer ringing on your phone. It should be noted that Alex experienced this kind of hell day after day and it has always been as if for the first time.

      Maybe it was because of lack of sleep? Or because of poor nutrition? It was not out of the question. Mother has always said that he should not set his sights on studying in the capital! That would be great to be studying at some vocational school with a scholarship five times higher than now and no reason to study or even to move his butt from the creaky dormitory bed. He felt like a raven that had flown into the king's mansion!

      Having reached out and finally recalled what day it was, Alex frantically jumped up ruffling his hair in panic and afraid to even look at the clock, ran across the room to collect his things. He stumbled over the cat, put his foot into the right pant leg after a couple of tries, and pulled his tie so that it would fit to be hung on it. But first, of course, was the interview.

      Finally, he dared to look at the worn phone screen. Was it ten to eight? The best time to be late for the last morning bus to the center of the city.

      Alex flew out of the apartment as fast as he could and his dirty shoe heels thundered (he had not had enough time to clean them) against the stairs. According to some nasty trick he usually never had time to wait for the elevator to come.

      He didn’t manage to jump into the bus and had to try to squeeze into the closing doors and stay there because the people inside were packed as tightly as sardines. It was impossible to take a step to the left or to the right.

      The old bus somehow rolled to the edge corner of the city’s center, which was hardly any different from the most wretched sleeping district. He walked four blocks from there and finally came to a huge twenty level glass wheel, illuminated with all the colors of the rainbow.  They probably hadn’t turned off the light since the night. It looked so amazing that all Alex’s fears vanished immediately, and with a refreshed soul he safely came to the office, where the interview arranged by the manager was to take place.

      Having gathered his courage, Alex straightened his tie and enthusiastically reached for the door handle. However, the door was locked just as certainly as the alarm did not ring this morning. What the hell, - a thought flashed in his head, and when he looked at his watch, he saw that he was only five minutes late, - What an impatient boss!

      - Excuse me! – in a voice that was hoarse after sleep (he had not succeeded in talking to the cat or having a cup of coffee that morning) Alex called the man with a well put-together appearance in a classic suit with clearly important folders in his hands in the hallway. - I was invited for an interview, but no one is here, and I ...

      Having glanced at the pricey watch, the man rolled his eyes and cursed. It must have been that Alex wasn’t the only one having a bad morning that day.

      - I’ve been totally busy, I’m sorry for that – the man said in a voice, which did not express anything, inserted the key into the lock violently and opened the door. – Come in.

      Alex followed the man into the office, but there was no time to examine the furnishings.

      - I'm in a hurry, - said the man still looking at his watch. – Sit down. I think five minutes will be enough, tell me about yourself in a few words.

      Surprised, Alex could not utter a word for half a minute.

      - Well, as I wrote in my curriculum vitae ... - he coughed, trying to attract the attention of the manager chained to the clock, and he finally slowly turned his weary gaze to his rumpled suit (which was not even slightly similar to the manager’s suit.)"

      - As I mentioned in my curriculum vitae, I graduated from the Department of International Relations, worked for two years as a translator, passed the training courses...

      - What salary do you want?

      - P-pardon?

      - Never mind.

      The manager suddenly started to quickly write something on a piece of paper, and Alex became speechless again. 

      - Here, - the man with the watch finally said, taking a piece of paper and holding it out.

      - Call me, if you do not get an answer by email today. Good luck, – the manager automatically produced a worn-out forced smile on his face, sadly folding papers into a stack and stood up.

      - Is this all? – the young man managed to utter and was immediately literally pushed out the door. Having locked the door with a key, the manager disappeared as quickly as he appeared without answering.

      Was it worth it to come here so early, - Alex grumbled to himself, standing in a crowded bus and repeatedly hitting his face into the back of the chubby man, who was standing next to him when the bus bounced over every other bump. – What an interview! And they call themselves a solid company! Charlatans and bureaucrats are all the same."

      - Young man, pass me the bus fare! – a stocky fare collector suddenly yelled right under Alex’s ear.

      - Have a heart, I just paid. – outraged, he said tiredly. However, there was not a trace of heart in the eyes of the woman who was chewing bubble gum.

      - If you paid, show me your ticket.

      - Do you have sclerosis, or what? - he began to slap his pockets as aggressively as was possible in the cramped space. Old ladies who were under Alex’s elbows started to grumble and the chubby man standing in front, turned around and looked grimly from under his thick eyebrows.

      - If you talk rudely to me, I’ll make you get off immediately, – the conductress interrupted him. – Will I get your ticket today?

      - If you don’t cheat me again, - Alex muttered, paying a second time.

      - It's a great day, there’s nothing else to say, - he grumbled as he climbed the stairs to his floor and started to get out his key. However, as soon as he entered his staircase, his back felt cold, and the hair on his head stood on end. The door was not locked.  It was ajar.

      Having carefully walked to the front door of his apartment, Alex put his hand over the phone in his pocket, ready to dial 911, and put a key into his fist with its teeth forward so that in case of any resistance he could insert it into the eye of the uninvited guest.

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