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Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus October 2005 Newsletter |
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This is your Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus Newsletter! |
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Every month Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus Newsletter features a group of phrases from the Phrase Thesaurus. Sybrina's Phrase Thesaurus is packed full of descriptive phrases on every subject ...and much more.
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I hope you enjoyed this month’s issue of Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus Newsletter.
Please feel free to browse the for previous phrases and articles. |
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Redistribution of Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus Newsletter |
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ARTICLES & TOOLS OF INTEREST |
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Common sense advice for new writers. Read about it here.
Here’s a list from A to Z of Writer’s Reference Sites at Writers-Free-Reference.com.
Ever wonder how many characters would be too many for your readers to keep track of? This “crowd control” article helps you figure it all out. |
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CONTESTS & ANTHOLOGIES/CONFERENCES & SEMINARS |
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Writing Contest for those 19 years or younger—Deadline Dec. 1st, 2005
Hollywood Creative Connection Short Script Competition—Deadline Nov. 15th, 2005
Fanstory.com offers monthly writing contests and will publish winners stories. Must be a member.
Disclaimer—These listings are not necessarily endorsed by Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus Newsletter editor. They are for your convenience only. Always, do some research on your own before deciding to enter any contest.
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DAILY ACTIVITIES |
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DAP101 USING A PHONE 101 (INITIATING A CALL) picked up the phone and rattled the button
DAC103 IN A CAR 103 (DRIVING A CAR) hunched slightly over the steering wheel
DAD102 DRESSING 102 (WEARING CLOTHES) rich outlines of his shoulders strained against the fabric |
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DARW101 READING/WRITING 101 (WEARING GLASSES) a long shrewd glance over her glasses
DADWL101 DOORS/WINDOWS/LIGHTS 101 (TURNING LIGHTS ON/OFF) tugging on the light cord
DADWL103 DOORS/WINDOWS/LIGHTS 103 (CLOSING DOORS) hurled herself at the door and banged it shut, shooting the bolt and putting on the chain
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Night fell without the sculptor's return. His apron had slid off the marble long ago, and now a blue moonlight bathes the half-carved block. The marble considered the earlier conversation and was compelled to test the sculptor's conviction. It tried through the night to push and pull itself apart, and nothing happened. It tried to shiver in the chilled air. Nothing. It hummed, nothing, its voice too soft, powdery. It swallowed a deep breath, held it, and nothing. Perhaps the sculptor was right.
-Maybe, the marble considered, maybe I am the rare perfect block. And maybe he will take that chance, and then we'll see what we see.
The marble thought and drifted through its pale glittering veins toward sleep. Slowly, it began to dream: a dim haze whitened to a bright shadowless light that dissolved into a dim haze. Shining, twisting surfaces appeared; a glittering radiance glanced off rippling curves and faded. Showers of light falling, fading blue to black and exploding, showering, falling, fading.
When the marble awoke the sculptor was well into his work. The sunlight was bright and the marble wondered whether the morning had passed or was about to.
-Hello, it said in a sleepy whisper.
The sculptor glanced past the head of his chisel. He nodded, his face blank.
-Hello, he replied.
The marble imitated a few short breaths and a thin yawn. -You know, it said, pitching its voice slightly, I've been thinking. You know what I think? I think you might be right. I am the ideal block for you and you the sculptor suited to me.
The sculptor glanced again over his thick hand at the chisel point just beyond it. After forty-three years of carving, he knew marble's tricks. From his teachers he learned how marble's surfaces deceive an untrained eye. His teachers taught him how to distinguish impure veins of limestone from true grain and how to work the soft pith between. Experience taught him to trust his instincts.
He paused, glancing past his thick hand. -Yes, he replied, I might be right, and resumed lightly tapping the chisel with the flattened side of his mallet.
-Why, of course you're right, yes, of course, bearing the palm of all the ages, eclipsing the indissoluble chain of your brotherhood, the marble continued, elaborating its faith in the sculptor, in his transcendence of mere craft and in his place in the narrow halls of artistic genius. As the voice of the marble leveled into its lengthy discourse, the sculptor tended other voices crowding his head, the voices of his teachers repeating Never trust the stone. Never! Especially this one that's talking! The sculptor listened to these voices as he concentrated on his work, on the broad range of tools and techniques and the subtle adjustments made to peel from the sawed block a solitary Danaid crouching at the water's edge.
The crease of a hip emerged from the shrinking block. The sculptor shaped it with files and smoothed it with pumice and sand, caressing it with his cracked fingers. He belied nothing as the marble began exclaiming -Oh, my! Beautiful!
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