Mussolini Stories

Princess Zelda falls in love with the handsome Italian dicktator Mussolini

Have you ever wanted a steamy exchange between Hitler and Mussolini? Well read this book. ;)))))

A summary and tweaking of fascism.

Leaders don't always lead the right way.

"Une explosion. Une bombe. Puis deux. De la poussière, des débris qui volaient au-dessus de nos têtes."

A nine-year-old Italian girl growing up in Rome during the fascist era in Italy soon learns that toys have been banned in her country. Her neighbourhood toy store is closed down. The windows are boarded up, but through the slits in the plywood she can still see the toys sitting motionless in the darkness. Among the terror of the war, the girl finds herself in turmoil as well. Her mother, who was a supporter of Il Duce (Mussolini) expects her growing girl to prepare herself for the domestic duties of a good wife. A young girl questioning her identity, must find herself amidst a world of hate. She feels unready to forget her childhood and move on. It is as if she has woken up in a world she does not recognize. She sets off on a journey to steal the toys from the closed store and distribute them in secret to the children of the neighbourhood. She sees her midnight thievery as a small piece of resistance against the fascist regime that expects her to become a childbearing mother who turns her head when someone is suffering... This is a story for those who are drawn between childhood and adulthood in a world they do not understand.

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A short story about an elevator that contained the whole Universe in it.

Imouto, questo è per te. Usalo

Amazon Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars A great story of immigration, life and love Susan A C Pullin Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase Marianna writes a compelling story of Sicily and Sicilians. Told through the eyes of one child who must endure the most frightful life with nobody explaining why life had to be this way. She writes a descriptive narrative of World War II Sicily and the family's struggle to just survive, and how they came to America, and had to survive here too.

In the freezing cold of the Egyptian desert, the cloudless night sky glistens with what seems to be a thousand stars twinkling above the Earth and the windless evening was so tranquil and peaceful, you would never of known this was part of a combat zone. A combat zone that was expanding further across North Africa as Rommel's Afrika Corps pushed the British out of Libya into the realm of Egypt, where the Western Desert Campaign was developing into a climax between the Axis Powers and the Allied Powers of who would triumph in the region once and for all. The British were in the process of developing defensive positions near El Alamein to outfox the Desert Fox or deal with the consequences of losing Egypt, the Suez Canal, and even the oil rich Arabian Peninsula. A lone British soldier stood sentry in the dark shivering from the coldness of the Sahara Desert, stands watch over a small camp seven kilometers west of El Alamein, where three American made British M3 Grant battle tanks made camp for the night. The tank crews were sleeping on the ground in makeshift tents, while a few tankers slept in their tanks, instead of dealing with the sandy desert ground. Suddenly, the desert still of the night was disturbed as the ground began to rumble and shake. The British sentry was trying to balance himself, but was knocked off his feet as the desert ground opened up with a storm of sand drenching the air. As the British sentry tried to clear the grainy sand out of his eyes, he heard a loud mechanical twirling sound and then his vision cleared with the image of a humongous cylinder shaped machine mounted with a high velocity still spinning drill. The British sentry was trying to understand what he saw before him. He did not fully comprehend what he saw, but the machine was a tank-like boring machine, capable of drilling deep down into sand, dirt, and stone called a Subterrene.