Let it go_Ogodazi's Head Will Touch The Earth_The Missing_NYMPHOMANIAC COMPLEX
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Let it go
Babbling and burbling turquoise-blue water at day time, was now quite and dark. Far away in the middle of the river, a boat was floating calmly. She was there with only the moon above as company. The water was glistening in the moonlight. The wind swirled around her and frothing currents were unsettling the soft sand beneath her feet.She kept walking with a heavy heart, lost in her reminiscences. The incident at the jeweler's shop had stuck in her mind that disturbed her and lets her to the school days. "How stupid I am!" Anna murmured while resting on a rock. An algae-scented wind passed by ...
Ogodazi's Head Will Touch The Earth
Whenever it came time for war, Ogodazi’s heart knew no fear. Stories of his unmatched skill and brute force on the battlefield caused his name to resound throughout the village of Ndi Nri and beyond. One could feel the bristling of the hairs on their skin whenever his name was called. Even the little children were in awe of his great exploits. And quite soon, like his forefathers from long ages past, he became a living legend amongst men. Ogodazi The Great, they called him. He was a giant of a man- broad and sturdily built. In his youth he was marked for his godlike strength. The elders praise...
The Missing
The MissingThe merchant seaman, Mike Adams, had travels that took him aroundwww.onedoor.cc the world. Seventeen countries had been called home over the time period of the last ten years. This rugged man was originally from Boston, Massachusetts.Adams was tall and stood over six feet, four inches in his stocking feet. His weight was a physically hardened two hundred and sixty pounds, with no apparent body fat. His chosen profession was of a mercenary, and he was quite successful in his career.In between his stints of leading mercenary forces through the world, Mike was also an assassin who hired himself out ...
NYMPHOMANIAC COMPLEX
NYMPHOMANIAC COMPLEXWhile Oedipus’s complex is fixing the mother, the nymphomaniac is a complex to fixing by the nymphomaniac woman.In a large bright room, with wide-open, a big window, sitting on chairs are patients wearing pyjamas. Looking weak, on their naked legs are lots of visible purple veins, as streets veering slippers, some of the rock on the chairs, some sing quietly and everyone is waiting. The front view is closed by a young doctor wearing a white coat. He says:"Welcome to today’s group session everyone. I want to hear a story from each one of you. A story which plunged you into ...