Olya Aman
Bio
My pen is the finest instrument of amazement, entertainment, motivation and enjoyment, chasing each other across pages.
Stories (37/0)
She Hated Me Because I Wouldn't Hate Her
Her boyfriend falling in love with me was the last link that held back her devilish hatred. Eva and I were friends from the first day in college. For seven years, we were spending hours together, talking in person and on the phone. She was a year older and had an air of superiority about her. Now I know I felt some patronage chord in her attitude towards me. A simple village girl, I was shy and sensitive to every misfortune and any offender - easy prey for a person in need of dominance.
By Olya Aman3 years ago in Confessions
Bury Yourself in an Inexplicable Sweetness of My Words
The walls are never a prison, and any roof never stifles me. I manage to preserve the adventurism while being locked and isolated, for my words are real, as solid and true as every imaginable experience. They are the product of chaos, clutter, greed, insatiable hunger - love, tender feeling, sexual satisfaction, loving enthusiasm, and every possible set of emotions and reactions.
By Olya Aman3 years ago in Motivation