Ever since she was a small girl, Tanya Giannelia has been attracted by old things: dried out apples, rusty pennies, and 19th century authors. She started to compose poetry at a very young age, feeling a certain connection with Gustave Flaubert... some would say a relation of inspiration. Channelling the old writer became something of a passion for her, and she began to take on several of his habits, scaring her family and neighbours as she would test the sound of her lines of poetry by screaming them into her home-made gueuloir, a tree house in her backyard.

Today, she still calls on Flaubert in times of distress or romantic confusion, or when needing to move very large or difficult objects.

Ann-Marie Hansen a.k.a. Charles 'The Spleen' Baudelaire has been developing her telekinetic techniques since uncovering an unusually affective affinity, that is to say one of the trans-   type and apparently reciprocated, with the renowned 19th century French poet Charles Baudelaire. This so-called happy coincidence coincided with her convincing but unconventional start in the study of melancholy as a major thematic element in French literature. Now specializing in the historical development of the melancholic sub-category that is 'spleen', this inspired relationship could not but be proven both productive and worth protecting.

It is thus through thinking communication with the spirit of the great melancholic (the original Baudelaire), who would oft have worked with moody candlelight cast by a lonely wick, that she aspires to aid in influencing the innermost indigo of the famous flame during the upcoming world championship matches. Charles long being freed from his fleshly form is able to aptly affect such cross-    forces as the fiery flickering of candlelight, all that remains is for this capacity to be called into concentrated action by our magnificent 'médium littéraire'.

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Aimie Shaw in a not-so-faraway-land, who was happy to spend her days thinking of laughter, carnival time, and the paradoxes of literary reception. She was a very happy girl, but she was never quite fulfilled for she longed to be reconnected with Guy de Maupassant, with whom she'd had a brief but passionate encounter so many years before. Hence, she valiantly embarked on her journey with but the Pléiade to guide her, in search of her one true inspiration. Alas, 3 sleepless years passed, and she began to draw weary for as hard as she tried, she found no one but classicists and formalists. One day, as she sat weeping amongst the library bookstacks, a wise old artisan appeared and whispered in her ear: "may the literary spirits guide you to the light". Unsure what this meant, she (as any young princess would do) googled the phrase. She immediately stumble on the WTC call for submissions, the path to destiny was hers to follow. Reconnected at last, she spent the remainder of her days sitting near the flickering flame, (her Pléiade in hand), as she channelled the energy of Maupassant and lived happily ever after.