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Andy Ruffett
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The Wrongdoer
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2013
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A Collection of Humour: A Cock and Bull Story, Forgive Me Father for I Have Sinned, A Tale of the Okanagan, Verbal Villain
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The Ruffett Chapters: About Me
This is something I do on Facebook and I've decided to still call them "Ruffett Chapters" as these Chapters are about me.
So, what should you know about me? You should know that I've been writing ever since I was in Grade 4 and wrote The Wrongdoer when I was only 14. The book was for a girl who I never ended up dating, but that's in the past.
But, do you really care about my past? What about now? Wh Read more of this blog post »
So, what should you know about me? You should know that I've been writing ever since I was in Grade 4 and wrote The Wrongdoer when I was only 14. The book was for a girl who I never ended up dating, but that's in the past.
But, do you really care about my past? What about now? Wh Read more of this blog post »
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I loved this book! In her third published poetry book, Christie really showcases what true love is all about. She has a talent for word choices and syntax. My favourite poem from this collection is “the meaning of pleasure”. Here is one of my favourit ...more |
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I like this work of poetry. I love the dark and obscure poems. One of my favourite poems is "AFTER THE GRID": "smoke billows across the TV's black image, and I'm singing gentle songs— the kind you sing burning out from amphetamines at dawn" So haunting, y ...more |
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"An incredible poetry collection. Paul's use of language and imagery truly sets the scene in each poem. The entire collection is evocative and transports the reader to a different terrain."
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I loved this book! In her third published poetry book, Christie really showcases what true love is all about. She has a talent for word choices and syntax. My favourite poem from this collection is “the meaning of pleasure”. Here is one of my favourit ...more |
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I am writing this review by a roaring fire. One should read all works of the written word by a roaring fire. Well, at least the greats. This is Christie's first collection, a book of love and longing. This poetry book is about a girl who has her head ...more |
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“My favourite part of my new book so far:
Chapter 48: Creatures of The Night
A figure stood in the stairwell beneath the Smoke's Poutinerie close to Simcoe Street and Adelaide Street West. He munched his pulled pork poutine and watched the strange object glide through the fog that engulfed the tall blue R.B.C. building.
“Nice night for a stroll,” smiled The Rooster.
Upon heading North, Fred had decided to take a detour and glide the exact opposite way: South. It was why he was now flying through the fog that suspended over the R.B.C. building. Through the billowing cloud he sailed and higher up into the air as he was heading towards the business district of Toronto where all the skyscrapers were. As Fred got closer, he understood why they were labeled as skyscrapers: they basically scraped the sky. But the view from up here was fantastic. It was a rainy and cold night, but Fred felt very warm in his upgraded suit. Soon, he was zooming past the green windowed T.D. building and back towards the North side of Yonge Street.
However, as he sailed home, he began to worry about Allen. The Rooster had already cut up his ex-girlfriend so what would he do to Allen? Allen had been a friend to Fred when no one else had been there. Of course, he used to have many friends in preschool, elementary school, and high school but no one he clicked with. Allen McDougal was really the only family he had left and he didn't want The Rooster to kill his old friend in any way.
I must radio him, thought Fred as he shot past Dundas Square. But when he pressed the button on the helmet that alerted his Butler's phone, there was no answer. Damn it. They've already got him.”
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Chapter 48: Creatures of The Night
A figure stood in the stairwell beneath the Smoke's Poutinerie close to Simcoe Street and Adelaide Street West. He munched his pulled pork poutine and watched the strange object glide through the fog that engulfed the tall blue R.B.C. building.
“Nice night for a stroll,” smiled The Rooster.
Upon heading North, Fred had decided to take a detour and glide the exact opposite way: South. It was why he was now flying through the fog that suspended over the R.B.C. building. Through the billowing cloud he sailed and higher up into the air as he was heading towards the business district of Toronto where all the skyscrapers were. As Fred got closer, he understood why they were labeled as skyscrapers: they basically scraped the sky. But the view from up here was fantastic. It was a rainy and cold night, but Fred felt very warm in his upgraded suit. Soon, he was zooming past the green windowed T.D. building and back towards the North side of Yonge Street.
However, as he sailed home, he began to worry about Allen. The Rooster had already cut up his ex-girlfriend so what would he do to Allen? Allen had been a friend to Fred when no one else had been there. Of course, he used to have many friends in preschool, elementary school, and high school but no one he clicked with. Allen McDougal was really the only family he had left and he didn't want The Rooster to kill his old friend in any way.
I must radio him, thought Fred as he shot past Dundas Square. But when he pressed the button on the helmet that alerted his Butler's phone, there was no answer. Damn it. They've already got him.”
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“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
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“My favourite part of my new book so far:
Chapter 48: Creatures of The Night
A figure stood in the stairwell beneath the Smoke's Poutinerie close to Simcoe Street and Adelaide Street West. He munched his pulled pork poutine and watched the strange object glide through the fog that engulfed the tall blue R.B.C. building.
“Nice night for a stroll,” smiled The Rooster.
Upon heading North, Fred had decided to take a detour and glide the exact opposite way: South. It was why he was now flying through the fog that suspended over the R.B.C. building. Through the billowing cloud he sailed and higher up into the air as he was heading towards the business district of Toronto where all the skyscrapers were. As Fred got closer, he understood why they were labeled as skyscrapers: they basically scraped the sky. But the view from up here was fantastic. It was a rainy and cold night, but Fred felt very warm in his upgraded suit. Soon, he was zooming past the green windowed T.D. building and back towards the North side of Yonge Street.
However, as he sailed home, he began to worry about Allen. The Rooster had already cut up his ex-girlfriend so what would he do to Allen? Allen had been a friend to Fred when no one else had been there. Of course, he used to have many friends in preschool, elementary school, and high school but no one he clicked with. Allen McDougal was really the only family he had left and he didn't want The Rooster to kill his old friend in any way.
I must radio him, thought Fred as he shot past Dundas Square. But when he pressed the button on the helmet that alerted his Butler's phone, there was no answer. Damn it. They've already got him.”
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Chapter 48: Creatures of The Night
A figure stood in the stairwell beneath the Smoke's Poutinerie close to Simcoe Street and Adelaide Street West. He munched his pulled pork poutine and watched the strange object glide through the fog that engulfed the tall blue R.B.C. building.
“Nice night for a stroll,” smiled The Rooster.
Upon heading North, Fred had decided to take a detour and glide the exact opposite way: South. It was why he was now flying through the fog that suspended over the R.B.C. building. Through the billowing cloud he sailed and higher up into the air as he was heading towards the business district of Toronto where all the skyscrapers were. As Fred got closer, he understood why they were labeled as skyscrapers: they basically scraped the sky. But the view from up here was fantastic. It was a rainy and cold night, but Fred felt very warm in his upgraded suit. Soon, he was zooming past the green windowed T.D. building and back towards the North side of Yonge Street.
However, as he sailed home, he began to worry about Allen. The Rooster had already cut up his ex-girlfriend so what would he do to Allen? Allen had been a friend to Fred when no one else had been there. Of course, he used to have many friends in preschool, elementary school, and high school but no one he clicked with. Allen McDougal was really the only family he had left and he didn't want The Rooster to kill his old friend in any way.
I must radio him, thought Fred as he shot past Dundas Square. But when he pressed the button on the helmet that alerted his Butler's phone, there was no answer. Damn it. They've already got him.”
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