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by: Kelly Ann Rogers
Karen Flynn doesn't mess around. Her goal is to
get her male characters en femme, paired off with a man or a woman, and sexually involved.
She does this efficiently and with sufficient heat. If you like your steamy sex undiluted
and unadorned with irrelevant story lines, you might well agree with one of Karen's
characters, who notes while looking at himself in the mirror, "this is a
cross-dressers dream."
Karen has five stories on Story Site. "Xena for
Halloween", "Guys Will Be Girls", "Like Father Like Daughter",
and her most recent effort, "Anne and Sandy", are all pretty similar in quickly
getting their guys to begin dressing up without much pretense or bother. They want to do
it, they're given the opportunity, and off they go, either with or without the help of a
willing female.
Karen's dressing scenes are usually done in some detail, giving the reader
an opportunity to savor the sights and feels of dressing process, along with the
anticipation of the final, inevitably gorgeous product. From there it is on to a sex
scene, or two, or three ( get the picture?), also done in some detail, but typically not
overdone or embellished with exotic metaphors.
While these stories clearly have an audience, Guys Will Be Girls has over
5000 hits and Anne and Sandy more than 2000 in its first week, they are not as effective
as they could be because Karen's writing skills are not quite up to the demands her
imagination places on them. Her sentences are typically not complex, but they aren't
always punctuated well either, so you have to put some effort into figuring them out at
times. This distraction slows the pace of the story.
Worse, her paragraphs tend to be massive. Instead of dividing her text up
into thought-sized portions, she stuffs really large chunks of it into paragraphs that are
both daunting for the reader and not at all helpful for the pace or clarity of her
stories. In "Anne and Sandy" she begins to overcome this problem and much of the
text is divided into more easily readable portions that really do help move things along.
Despite this improvement, even these slimmed down paragraphs sometimes combine two
speakers and any number of thoughts, so there is still work to do here. But since we have
evidence of progress, perhaps there is reason to hope that Karen will continue to sharpen
her writing skills and thereby make her stories even slicker and hotter.
So where does that leave us, or more appropriately perhaps, where does
this leave you, her potential reader? If Karen's stories were a meal, they would be like
eating a thick juicy steak, but without any potatoes, vegetables, or bread. If you love
meat, and lots of us do, that could be just fine and effectively satisfy a deeply felt
urge. If you're a vegetarian, however, or prefer your meat in combination with lots of
other tastes and textures, Karen will probably leave you unsatisfied (though perhaps a bit
out of breath).
Karen's stories have a specific goal, and her spare, focused approach to
story telling fulfills that purpose rather effectively. So take what she has to offer for
what it is, and be sure to have lots of tissues and an extra pair of panties in your
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by: Sydney Michelle
Paragraphs? We dont need no stinkin paragraphs!
Karen evidently gets into her work and many of the paragraphs read as though they
started when she began typing and ended when she stopped. In general, Karens work
would be much more readable with either the assistance of a good editor or at least laying
it aside for a week or so and re-working it before submission. Writing and logic errors
that distract from the ease and quality of the read would almost certainly disappear.
When you read one of Karens stories, you know what you are going to get besides
Bunyunesque text: lots of physical descriptions of mouth to, well, whatever, repeated, and
repeated, and repeated. If thats what you are seeking, and to be honest, most
readers here seek some degree of titillation, then you will not be disappointed. Karen
wastes little time getting down to business, the devil take character and plot
development. (In short stories? Whats plot development?) Holidays especially inspire
Karen ("Xena for Halloween" and "Santas Cuming"). In
"Xena" the Tampa location was well integrated into the action. Ever wonder why
Santa never got around to your house? He was way too (2 "os") busy at
Karens. Boy, has he changed persona from "42nd Street."
Hes still granting wishes, but forget milk and cookies for a thank you. At least it
takes to the end of the last page and half paragraph for Santa to get down. And I do mean
down. Karen is versatile enough to vary the situations, if not her writing style.
"Like Father Like Daughter" is essentially two long keyboard sessions, ehr,
paragraphs, between, uh, rest breaks. Of course the hero, make that heroine, is just the
best ever so there will be an ever after of some duration. Methinks only until exhaustion
sets in.
Karen doesnt leave out the budding set. "Guys Will Be Girls" has the
most unconscious sets of parents ever and inexplicably missing sisters. After all, what
are girls for except a convenient wardrobe stash? The prey, make that chief character, has
a slightly older friend with an even older friend, both of whom are the Boy Scouts
worst nightmares. Although theres some dress up, Karen doesnt neglect her real
focus. Unlike Ensign Pulver, you dont have to underline the good parts. When the
paragraph gets longer, youre there.
If your taste runs toward the adolescent set, then theres "Anne &
Sandy" for an overweight Ferris Buller without parents for the remotest hassle. Of
course theres not the slightest hint of what supports this fantasy life style, but
then, it is a fantasy. I get the impression that Karen wasnt quite into this last
one: theres way more descriptions of clothes and the paragraphs are much shorter.
But never fear: Sandy gets a lip lock on a stretched paragraph before all is done.
Her first story, "Xena" was by far the most imaginative and developed. But
you knows what you gets, and the price is right if thats where your taste runs.
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