The Cemetery Dreams of Death |
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| Author:
| Tortora, Amodio |
| ISBN: | 979-8-3792-7197-8 |
| Publication Date: | Feb 2023 |
| Publisher: | Independently Published
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| Book Format: | Paperback |
| List Price: | USD $5.99 |
Book Description:
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Two short horror stories. The first story
The Tomb tells us the story of a vampire who goes to look for her victims in cemeteries, on the graves of the dearly departed. "
Meanwhile, she had taken off her hat revealing a flowing hair that was well suited to her clear eyes fixed on me. So fixed that I could not resist. I held her in her arms and caressing her breasts I kissed her. A lascivious, deep kiss that disturbed me deeply. Her hand had...
More Description Two short horror stories.
The first story The Tomb tells us the story of a vampire who goes to look for her victims in cemeteries, on the graves of the dearly departed.
"Meanwhile, she had taken off her hat revealing a flowing hair that was well suited to her clear eyes fixed on me. So fixed that I could not resist. I held her in her arms and caressing her breasts I kissed her. A lascivious, deep kiss that disturbed me deeply.
Her hand had slipped under my skirt and her fingers were already expertly massaging me when I had a strange premonition. Her eyes had gone wild, ravenous, as if she wanted to bite me. I felt my blood freeze and I promptly escaped her direct kiss on my neck.
I was afraid, I confess, a fear that was not justified by concrete facts, the fact is that I got up and left.
She did nothing to hold me back. She almost looked at me with hatred, but she let go of me without uttering a single word."
The second story The Dream plunges us into a mysterious and surreal atmosphere. Atmosphere that colors with a little subtle eroticism.
It seemed to him that he was suddenly in a beautiful city. It was Paris, but in what era? He walked the streets looking at the houses, the theatres, the public buildings and behold, in a square, he saw a very elegant, coquettish, attractive large building.
He was impressed, because on the facade it was written in gold letters:
"Work of voluntary death»."
And we will go to the discovery of that Work of Voluntary Death, guided by beautiful girls who wear provocative uniforms and who don't like to smile.
From the incipit:
Captain Danrit took the papers which the postman had just brought and walked slowly to the bank of the Seine to read them.
The river stretched in front of her house, without a wrinkle, colored by the morning sun. It was a beautiful, wide, lazy expanse of molten silver, flecked here and there with purple. On the other side of the river, large symmetrically arranged trees formed a green wall all along the bank.
The amazement of life that begins every day, of young, cheerful, ardent life, quivered in the leaves, palpitated in the air and vibrated on the water.
Inside the newspaper, on the third page, he found written: "Statistics of suicides" and learned that, in that year, more than 8500 men had killed themselves.
He saw them immediately! He saw that horrid and voluntary massacre of unfortunate people tired of living. He saw battered men, jaws shattered, skulls crumbled, hearts pierced by a bullet, dying slowly, alone in a squalid hotel room, their wound forgotten, their minds turned to their own unhappiness.