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The Night Is A Harsh Mistress, by A. Catherine Noon; Chapter 4

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 6, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 6, 2008

The Night Is A Harsh Mistress

Chapter 4

Rachel froze. Viktor Khrushchev sat at her desk, a cigarette in his hand and a smirk on his long-nosed face. His clear blue eyes laughed at her even though he made no sound.

“How the hell did you get in here?” she demanded.

He sat back and his smirk widened into a grin. His teeth flashed whitely against his face, too white for a smoker – but then, Viktor had had his teeth whitened last year, to fool ‘the ladies.’ She wasn’t impressed.

“I told you, Rachel, you should have changed your locks. At least get a Medeco.”

“I can’t get a Medeco without the Landlord’s approval and he’s got to be there with me,” she snapped. “Besides, would it keep you out?”

“It would be better than that crap you’ve got now,” he shot back, smile falling off his face with what should have been an audible thud.

Her stomach clenched. She finally let go the door handle when her hand cramped. “What are you doing here?”

He studied her. “Put your bags down, Raych. I’m not here to hurt you or something.” His tone was faintly disgusted.

She knew better. Khrushchev was a soldier for the local Russian mob and she knew of at least three murders he’d committed. The police didn’t even know his name.

She turned and set her toiletry case on the file cabinet and hung her clothes in the closet. When she turned back, Viktor was watching her carefully and she felt a chill tickle her spine. She shivered.

He smiled, seeing it, leaving his eyes cold and predatory. “Sit. Let’s talk.”

“About what?”

“Sit, Rachel,” he ordered, crossing one leg over the other. “Please.”

It was the ‘please,’ more than the order, that did it. She sat on the couch, grateful she’d made up her bed before going to get her shower. “What do you want, Viktor?”

“You are looking for a boy, a David Greene, yes?”

Rachel gaped at him, keeping her expression blank by sheer luck. She couldn’t figure out why the Russian mob would care. Nothing she’d found so far led anywhere near any kind of organized crime with the parents, and the boy was a model student. Until this incident.

“Please,” Viktor growled, losing patience. “I already know you are. What I want to know is, why.”

“Why?” she echoed, surprised. “You want to know why?”

He glared at her, a shadow of what must be his more threatening persona. He didn’t unleash it on her often but she got the same sick feeling in her stomach upon seeing it. “The parents hired me to find their missing boy,” she told that predator, in an effort to make sure it didn’t decide she was something that interested it.

“The parents.”

“Yes,” Rachel repeated impatiently, rummaging on her desk. “Doug and Constance Greene.”

He studied her without speaking for several moments. He’d shaved recently, his face was smooth and unblemished.

“Right here.” Rachel brandished the file over her desk.

Viktor leaned forward without warning and snatched the file from her hand before she even registered movement. She stared at him, unsettled. He ignored her, leafing through the file with a frown. He looked up and saw her staring at him.

“These people are not the boy’s parents.”

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged A. Catherine Noon, Serial Fiction, The Night Is a Harsh Mistress

Seven Sinners

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 6, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 6, 2008

I recently had the pleasure of reading the Ellora’s Cave release Seven Sinners, by Red Garnier.

Here’s the blurb from Ellora’s:
Phillip Gaston Maxwell has been a vampire for one hundred years, a long life where hot sex has certainly not been lacking. But lately Phillip is starting to feel bored. Only his luscious friend Anna can truly fulfill him, but while Anna shares her body, her heart is locked tight. So Phillip’s attention has turned to his latest obsession, Daniel — but how can a bisexual vampire seduce a handsome, reportedly straight Incubus?

A bachelor party — with Anna willingly providing “entertainment” — and a little help from a concoction called Sin may just produce the excitement he’s looking for.

This story is a very quick, very hot read. There’s just enough setup for you to have a good idea who all the characters are, and then no delay before diving into non-stop sex. As Ellora’s warns, there is male/male interaction, group sex and forced seduction. Phillip and Anna are very likeable and sexy characters. Daniel is too, although he left me wanting to know more about his life and what his future held at the end of the story. Red Garnier also introduces several other characters that get little page time, but who seem to have stories of their own waiting to be told.

I would recommend Seven Sinners as a quick, steamy read. And, am hoping Ms. Garnier decides to write more from this cast and world she sets up so well in such a short time.

Enjoy!

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Critique of the film ‘Iron Man’

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 4, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 4, 2008

Iron Man

The film ‘Iron Man’ opened Friday and I will admit that I’ve been waiting eagerly to see it. Being a self-confessed Comic Book Geek that’s not surprising. I spent my childhood reading the latest
editions of Conan the Barbarian, Justice League of America and Superman. Iron Man wasn’t one of my favorites, but when it comes to summer blockbuster movies any comic book hero calls to me.

The director, Jon Favreau, has done a great job of giving us a complex and believable lead character in Tony Stark. Stark is a genius, the son of one of the men that worked on the Manhatten Project. He inherited his father’s arms manufacturing business at an early age and has designed most of the weapons it sells. His reputation as a womanizing, hard drinking, spoiled playboy has gained him celebrity as his face adorns the covers of magazines like Time and Newsweek.

On a business trip to Afghanistan to promote his new bomb, the Jericho, Tony is taken hostage by terrorists using, ironically, his own weapons bought on the black market. Held for three long months, he is forced to build a bomb for them from bits and peices of other arms they have available. Seeing for himself first hand the actual face of war, death and destruction that his business is indirectly causing creates a significant change in our hero. After escaping from his captors, he announces that his company will no longer sell armaments. His friends, business partners and even his personal assistant/love interest, Pepper Potts, all question his
unlikely change of heart and new-found conscience.

In secret, Tony builds a suit of metal that he uses as a weapon to help in his vigilante efforts to find the terrorists that held him and attempt to undo some of the damage he feels his weapons are responsible for. He just begins his crusade to help others when he is blindsided by problems closer to home and the real action begins.

This movie is not for children; torture, realistic war scenes and violence made me wonder how they managed a PG-13 rating. It is a mature film that will appeal to adults with its character development and is paced accordingly, it’s not just a roller coaster ride like ‘Transformers’ or ‘Die Hard’. Expect to enjoy yourself immensely, but don’t leave your brain at home, there’s plenty here to keep it busy despite the action and special effects.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Evilynne, Reviews

The Earl of Bloody Perfection

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 4, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 4, 2008

Adrianna stripped down to her chemise, and hung her dress over a nearby branch. She slipped into the water and let out a contented sigh; this was exactly what she had needed. Time to just be alone and relax, to be herself again. She certainly didn’t feel much like herself when she was around their visitor. No, every time she was around the Earl of Hollingsworth she seemed to forget how to speak. It was horribly embarrassing, but then again, so was walking into things, and she’d done quite a bit of that lately as well. Thank God he didn’t seem to notice much! It was beginning to go past embarrassing to just plain annoying.

She was normally a very smart person, and she’d never had any problems talking. If anything, she talked too much, according to her mother. So why was she suddenly struck with this awkwardness? A man. A big, handsome, strong, rich man. It was really all his fault, who could blame her? The man was too perfect, and if she could only find the flaw, she was sure she could get her head back together and act like a normal person around him. She was known for her beauty and wit and brains, all she had to do was embrace that side of herself again. She would not keep acting like a lovestruck idiot every time the blasted man came around.

A sound made her look to the shore, where who else but the Earl of Bloody Perfection stood there staring at her. When she saw him she tried to stand up, slipped and went under. Suddenly he was in the water dragging her up.

“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked worriedly as he held her close.

“Wha-What are you doing here?!” she sputtered, horrified that he had once again witnessed her embarrassment.

He sighed and ran a hand through his wet hair. “You have avoided me all bloody week! I can’t get within twenty feet of you in the castle, so I followed you out here.”

“And what is it you so desperately wish to speak of?” She was painfully aware of the wet chemise clinging to her skin and his hard body pressing against hers.

He lifted her face till she met his eyes and saw the hunger there. “I find that I’m no longer in the mood to talk,” he murmured before his lips found hers.

The kiss was gentle and a bit coaxing. After a moment, she felt his tongue lightly brush her lips. She gasped. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. At the same time she felt his hand slide up caress her breast. In her excitement, she couldn’t seem to breathe! When she pulled her mouth away he slid his mouth down to her neck and across her collarbone.

He picked her up, walked to the bank and laid her down. He kissed her again as he slid his hand down the front of her body. She shivered as he lightly cupped the spot between her legs. As he started to rub he let out a small groan and dragged his mouth down her neck and to her chest.

“Adrianna? Adrianna, are you still out here?”

Adrianna jerked upright in horror. “Oh! Hurry, you must hide. Quickly man! Do you want to end up married?” She looked at him in bewilderment. She could hear her cousin making her way towards them. If he didn’t react soon that was exactly what would happen. Instead of moving, however, he just sat there looking at her.

“That’s exactly what I want, darling,” he grinning wickedly as he pulled her to him for another smoldering kiss.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Dawn

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 2, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 2, 2008

I have been considering what to write for this blog and up until today, things were looking grim. I haven’t written much in the last week. Today is the first day that I have really been able to put words together other than for the purpose of just making it through the day or making myself understood.

My head has been disconnected in some way from the part of me that writes, admittedly only briefly, but ouch. I know that sounds a bit crazy and it has only been for a few days. But it is a horrible feeling – never knowing if and when you will write something spontaneous and worthwhile again. I have had things roaming aimlessly in my head and things that have insisted I write them, but really; nothing I could call a satisfying write of any kind, until today!

I did write something as my Walking in this World exercise this week and I am glad I did take the time to do this exercise. Often I miss doing them due to lack of organizing my time carefully. But this week I needed my Morning Pages like my next breath.

The exercise took the form of a ‘Letter to Myself’. I hope you find the result of this exercise interesting. If you don’t and you are dead bored, I know you will forgive me, because you love me.

2/05/08
To Me,

When it comes right down to it what are you afraid of?
That you have no talent? That someone won’t like you, will laugh at you? It doesn’t matter what other people think – it is what you think of yourself, accept yourself, love yourself for who you are, not who you think others will want to see. How did you get to be 55 with the many experiences in your life and still be so unsure? Seven children, seven births, how can you underestimate yourself so?

You have a voice, use it, with humility and love and watch yourself grow and put those fears into perspective and eventually lay them to rest. Trust in GOD to lead your life. Trust in yourself to hear his still, small voice.

Love from me.

I wanted to tidy this letter up before I posted it, correct the grammar; check the spelling and the punctuation. But I decided against that, because I wanted to show this note exactly as I wrote it to me. I wanted to show what came out of me, to me, in my Morning Pages. Unfiltered and non- expectant of any other eyes on it besides mine, at all.

I don’t know if any one will gain anything from this post, but I am. I am putting me out there for anyone who cares to look. In the raw, unaltered state this letter is in, I am vulnerable. And you know what, that is actually okay!

Eaton 🙂

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Thursday Thirteen

Writer Zen Garden Posted on May 1, 2008 by a.catherine.noonMay 1, 2008

Most of the contributors of the Writer’s Retreat Blog participate in the weekly meme, Thursday Thirteen, so every Thursday we link to the individual sites of each writer’s TT. Hopefully, this helps you get to know each of us a little better. This week we’ve got:

A. Catherine Noon: 13 Ideas for Artist’s Dates

Gwen Mitchell: I Didn’t Say It…

Kathleen Oxley: Drugs in Music

Tess Miller: CD’s Currently Getting Playtime In My Car

Unhinged: Let There Be Light

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Lets Get It Started!

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 30, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 30, 2008

As the old cliche goes, you only have one chance to make a first impression. This is true in business, this is true in relationships, and this is especially true in writing. People may or may not judge a book by its cover, but you can be sure that they do judge a book by its first line. An author has mere seconds to set the tone of the story and connect with the reader. If the first line doesn’t grab attention, chances are good that the rest of the story will never get the opportunity to try.

Some first lines are so powerful that they become a part of our cultural literacy. Consider the works of Charles Dickens for example. He is not one of my favorite authors, but he has an amazing ability to write an opening line.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,

Even people who have never read a single word from A Tale of Two Cities recognize this beginning – although the actual sentance goes on far, far longer than these simple phrases.

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.

Dickens beatifully sets the tone of A Christmas Carol with these simple sentances, proving that writing does not have to be poetic or overly descriptive to catch the reader’s attention.

But Dickens is not alone in this ability to capture the imagination with a single sentance. Here is a list of some of my favorite first lines of books. Look at the list and see how many of these you can identify, then post a comment to let the rest of us know. I think most of these are fairly easy, despite my eclectic taste in books, and I can’t wait to see how many people get 10/10.

  1. All children, except one, grow up.
  2. “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
  3. You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.
  4. You better not never tell nobody but God.
  5. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table.
  6. Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not on the subconscious level where savage things grow.
  7. The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail.
  8. Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.
  9. The accused man, Kabuo Miyamoto, sat proudly upright with a rigid grace, his palms placed softly on the defendents table – the posture of a man who has detached himself insofar as this is possible at his own trial.
  10. Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of Gambia, West Africa, a manchild was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte.

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Answers:

  1. Peter Pan – J. M. Barrie
  2. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
  3. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  4. The Color Purple – Alice Walker
  5. The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  6. Carrie – Stephen King
  7. Jaws – Peter Benchley
  8. Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  9. Snow Falling on Cedars – David Guterson
  10. Roots – Alex Haley
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Balance-Point

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 28, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 28, 2008


Nature abhors a vacuum: horror vacui. ~Aristotle

This applies to much more than thermodynamics. We use this dictum in all facets of life, and I often hear one form of it that’s more relevant to the venture of writing . . . You can’t work in a vacuum.

Some writers swear up and down that the opposite is true. And, no doubts, writing can be a lonely pursuit. Hours spent on end with people who only exist in your mind does not, unfortunately, count as being an active and social human being. Like with any form of art, writing has its eccentrics and savants that prove the exception to any rule.

For the rest of us, though, I think this is true. You can’t work in a vacuum. At least, not for great lengths of time. And here’s my reason why – writing is life. I know, cheesy, huh? But, what I mean is – writing is made up of the activities of life – of our experiences, senses, feelings. As writers, we need to be familiar with these things in order to turn them into moving prose. If you really spent your life cloistered away from all that life has to offer – what would you have to write about?

That’s not to say that having a ‘creative space’ free from the clutter of everyday life isn’t crucial. And by ‘creative space’ I mean a frame of mind, rather than an actual physical space, though certain physical spaces my contribute to your ‘writing space’ or detract from it. For me, it is necessary to physically disconnect the internet from my computer if I intend to get a large amount of writing done. Otherwise, there are too many distractions, but I digress . . .

In thinking about this week’s post, the topic of balance weighed heavily on my mind. Perhaps because I have felt unbalanced lately, and that always nags at me. Whether it’s an astological given, or just a personality quirk, I’m on a constant quest for balance. A little deeper analysis revealed that I had enough thoughts on it to (maybe) constitute a blog post. I’ll let you be the judge of whether any of this rambling is worthwhile.

Okay. We can’t work in a vacuum. Even if writing were truly our only pursuit, it still dictates that we go out there and experience life. Oh! The pain, the glory, the sunsets, yes, even the garbage is good fodder for a writer. We make the mundane interesting, the forbidden acceptable, the unimaginable possible. So, I ask myself – where is the balance point?

More importantly – for those of us who choose to write in addition to maintaining anything resembling a ‘real’ life outside of writing – is balance even possible? Or is tearing your hair our inevitable?

Jobs, marriages, kids, school, friends, family, illness, travel, celebration, housework, and the myriad of other activities that constitute life abound. So – how do we squeeze some time out of that to write? And once we do wring some writing time out of our schedule – how do we divvy it up?

We can’t work in a vacuum. To me, a fair percentage of my growth as a writer is reliant on feedback. Feedback, which requires social interaction, which requires time. And what about research? That’s cutting into our ‘writing’ time too, and we haven’t even gotten to the part about trying to actually sell our work. We’re just talking about writing it. Add learning your craft, and reading to that list, and I don’t know about you – but I’m out of time slots. So – when do we actually WRITE? We have to find a balance . . .

If you’re a writer, balance is probably instinctual. We already balance so many things: description with dialogue, plot with action, backstory with world-building, character arcs and relationship development, even our word ratios – “Do I have too many adjectives? Too many words starting with ‘s’?”

So, why, if you’re like me, does it not come quite so easy when it’s time to balance writing with life? Why does it feel, sometimes, as though everything in the world is there to keep you from doing the one thing you want to do – sealing yourself in a vacuum and writing?

Battle of the binge.
I learned early on in my writing addiction that I have a tendency to binge write. I’d lock myself away, hardly speaking to even my husband, for an entire weekend, then finally come up for air twenty thousand words later. (DISCLAIMER: In case you’re thinking to yourself – ‘hey, I wouldn’t be complaining, that’s twenty thousand words’ – please note that I DO NOT recommend this method.) Needless to say, this sort of habit was difficult to maintain – unpredictable, and frustrating – not only to me, but to the people around me. I was out of balance. Happy. High on writing, but unbalanced. A conundrum.

Take two: Gwenny reforms.
I had to take a chunk of time to get my life back on track – to make sure I was meeting deadlines at work, showing up for classes, seeing my family more than once a month, and not letting my husband go to bed alone more than once or twice a week, remembering to eat, and yes – even sleeping *gasp*. After that, I slowly introduced the writing drug back into my system. It was painful at times, and frustrating. I wanted more. I wanted to crawl away into my writing hole and play in my imaginary worlds for hours, days, weeks.

Instead, I forced myself to do it in small, and sometimes sparse, chunks. The most infuriating thing – rather than waiting for inspiration to strike me and then getting carried away by the muse, I had to write when I had time to write – muse or no, and stop when it was time to stop. Sometimes that meant staring at a blank screen for an hour and then moving on with life with nothing to show for that hour other than festering self-doubt. But, this was life, and I had to find a way to adjust. I slowly re-trained myself to write when I had time, not when I felt inspired – and even if what I wrote was crap, it gave me something to start with. I could/would/did fix it later.

What have I learned? (Really, Gwen, why are you making us listen to this?)
Well, I do have a few pieces of (what I deem) wisdom to impart. Though, I’m learning more about myself, and writing as it pertains to me, every day. Hopefully, you are too.

1. You can’t work in a vacuum. Finding other people who feel the same way you do will not only make you a better writer (feedback is crucial) but you’ll also feel like less of a freak when you discover there are so many others like us out there. Balance is important here, and a fair exchange so that everyone feels like they’re getting something worthwhile. I am here to tell you, this is entirely do-able. Writers are writers are writers. It doesn’t matter which genre, which length, which market – we all have some common ground. Don’t be a closet writer – there’s no need to do it alone. Many a time someone I’ve met online has said just the right thing to give me an idea, to inspire me, to bring me down out of the rafters, or to re-instill my faith in myself. That sort of interaction can make all the difference.

2. Make a ‘creative space’ for yourself. This is a mental state. Find a way to shut out the nagging lists, demanding bosses, inner-critic, door-to-door salesmen, and yes, even the TV. Build a mechanism into your psyche that allows you to disconnect and seclude yourself when you must, to let your creative energy flow safely and freely. Build it in such a way that it does not rely on the outside environment. That doesn’t mean you can’t institute a physical que. For me – it’s all about the iPod. If I have my headphones on, I’m in the zone, and don’t get in my way. Maybe for you it’s a special treat you only enjoy when writing, or a favorite sweater. As long as it’s something you can take with you anywhere, I think it will work. The idea is that, even without the food, the dog still drools, i.e. the que helps you create the ‘creative space’, just remember – it’s inside you.

3. Find a balance point. If you wait for everything to be ‘in order’ before you write, you’ll never get there. On the other hand, if you could give a flying f*&%, as long as you’re writing – you’ve probably swung too far the other way. Find the balance point. You’ve found something you love, something you’re passionate about. That’s amazing. You’re lucky. But don’t let the rest of life pass you by. No venture, no matter how passionate you are about it is worth missing out on life. Also – writing is multi-faceted. Make sure you don’t sell yourself short and only spend writing time on the part that you like the best. Balance your pursuit of the craft so that you’re well-versed and continually growing. Your work will show this. Like with anything in life, you will ‘feel’ when you’re in balance. You know your limits. As long as you are honest with yourself in setting them up, they will serve you.

Final note:
Let me just say again, I’m in constant pursuit of it. I wish I had some formula to give away, but none such exists. We are all individuals, and what works for one of us doesn’t work for all. This is working for me, right now and I am trying to fine-tune it. I’m seeking a balance between my non-vacuum, and my creative space time, and I break my ‘creative space’ time up between studying craft, reading in the genre, writing exercises, writing what I have to (projects that need revisions, finishing, etc.) and writing what I want to (the story where the muse is on speed).

I wanted to get everyone thinking about their own internal balance-point because my next post will be on goals, and knowing your limits, and your balance -point is critical when setting goals for yourself.

~Gwen

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Writer’s Retreat Action Dolls

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 27, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 27, 2008

We’re starting a new trend here at Writer’s Retreat. Why limit ourselves to just blogs, websites and book trailers on YouTube? A doll in hand is a great way to get to know the writer herself. Purchase us and we can become pinky friends forever. Confidants. Learning tools. Stress relievers.

Get to know us. We know you’ll love us. 😉

Byz
She’s the Shake Your Booty doll in red hot Moostsies Tootsie shoes and Daisy Duke shorts, the doll who (gaspa!) caught Parliament’s eye. Lingerie is her passion, but after pushing out so many kids, now she wears low boy panties. Just perfect for booty shaking. Comes with her own charger and a Dukes of Hazzard poster.

Dawn
Proof positive that Barbie loves heels, we give you Pinky Leigh in a pair of Manolo Blahniks and a barely-there two piece bathing suit. Dawn’s skin will tan under the sun or a lamplight. No need for batteries. Just tip the hinged head back and pour an ounce of hot chocolate into her neck when it’s time for recharging. As a special bonus, Dawn’s prayer for world peace is included. Playboy Bunny tatoo stickers sold separately.

Eaton
An Artist’s Way convert, Eaton comes with the book by Julia Cameron, plus a number of mini dictionaries that can be read with a magnifying glass. They include: A Dictionary of Dates, an English/German dictionary, a Hebrew/English dictionary, and a dictionary on dictionaries. Perfect for word lovers everywhere. Also comes with a package of fake tatoos that you can stick on the doll, or on yourself.

Eden
Need to take your boss down a peg? Eden, aka Bulldozer, is your doll. Dressed head to toe in black and sporting a plastic baby Glock that shoots Cheetos from ten paces away, this doll is a distraction for anyone. If her chest-out-to there, or the gorgeous strawberry blond hair doesn’t catch your attention, the orange powder left by the Cheeto bullet will. Pesky legal disclaimer to follow.

Gwenny Pig
A multi-tasking doll with an I’ll go first t-shirt, Gwenny Pig (guinea pig) comes with one Rave Mary Jane Ked and one Laser Earth shoe. She’s the dare devil with the backpack loaded with energy bars, duct tape, Band-Aids, college-ruled notebook paper, one smex novel, a grappling hook for mountain climbing—you know, just in case—and a box of matches. Also included is an adult sized t-shirt (please specify small, medium or large) to match Gwenny Pig’s, and a four pack of Red Bull.

Kat
Let’s Play a Game doll Kat comes with a pair of Bunco dice and a how-to booklet. Also included is a small Twister sheet on which you can place Kat in an amazing number of positions. (Please note: all of the WR Dolls can play this game.) Kat’s an interactive doll who’s programmed to play a wide-range of games, including Monopoly, Scrabble and Truth or Dare. The Kat doll is so good at contests, she also comes with her two book prizes: Emily Ryan-Davis’s All The Trees In Pearl and Tempted by Megan Hart. A must-have doll for game players and romance readers everywhere.

Liz
An inter-active doll, Liz can teach you to swear in French, Spanish or pig-Latin. She comes with a pony named Mephisto and a barrel of artificial apples and carrots that can be fed into the pony’s mouth. German and Italian languages currently in development. Not intended for children.

Morgan
For King Arthur fans, Morgan represents the character Morgan le Fey, a beautiful spell-brewer with delicate emerald-tinged wings that match her gown. Also included is her [unwanted] purple familiar, Ursula the octopus. Ursula is safely contained in a small aquarium. Two AAA batteries are required to keep Ursula’s tentacles in motion. Morgan also comes with the Camelot movie soundtrack.

Noony
The ultimate OCD doll, Noony comes with a number of accessories. She’s the most expensive doll we offer due to her interactive versatility. She’s programmed to inspire your fitness workouts, to help you learn the difference between knitting and interweave crochet, can list the properties of a Croton lechleri tree, and, if you’re open to it, tell you how to listen to your Higher Self. A truly educational experience for the discerning doll purchaser.


Te
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Dressed in Hawaiian nurse scrubs and a mini stethoscope that can be worn as a bracelet by the doll’s owner, the Tess doll comes seated in her own Ford Escape. You can remove her from the vehicle, but the car’s alarm will blare if she’s not replaced within sixty minutes. Made especially with asthma sufferers in mind, we’ve gone a step further with Tess to make her more human-like. If you squeeze her belly, she coughs. Requires two AA batteries. Inhaler sold separately.

Unhinged
What this doll lacks in stature, she makes up for in laughter. Pull her left leg and she emits a monkey bark sound of laughter that can startle the unwary. Great for pranks. She comes with a variety of Mary Jane shoes and chauffeur’s hats. Undies not included.

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Available for purchase only at fine retailers.

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Have a go :)

Writer Zen Garden Posted on April 26, 2008 by a.catherine.noonApril 26, 2008

http://www.languageisavirus.com/magneticpoetry/index.html

I used the Charles Baudelaire kit and made this

I’d love to see your attempts 🙂

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