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- July 26th, 2020, 11:04 am
- Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
- Topic: NEW - Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
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Re: NEW - Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Title: Power Failure Genre: Memoir First 250 words Gathering at the base of the power pole on Fillmore Street, the evening rush-hour crowd looked up. The lineman dangled by a leather belt, head thrown back, arms splayed. Above him a canister-shaped electric transformer hung askew. His double-parked ...
- September 3rd, 2010, 9:12 am
- Forum: Writing
- Topic: What's a prose stylist?
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What's a prose stylist?
Just wondering what a prose stylist is? If someone calls you this, is it faint praise? Is it a natural or cultivated talent? How can you tell if you are one? Is it good to be one? Looked online for a definition and got lots of suggestions of who is considered a prose stylist -- everyone from Joseph ...
- July 12th, 2010, 8:58 pm
- Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
- Topic: Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
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Re: Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
By: Kate C Title: Adrift in the Sound Genre: Literary Fiction Words: 300 She rounded the child’s jaw line in with charcoal pencil, shaded the contours with a pinkish tone and ignored her finger cramps. A weaker person would already have put the pastels away, but Lizette kept sketching, unaware of th...
- June 11th, 2010, 8:42 am
- Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
- Topic: Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
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Adrift in the Sound first page
She rounded out the child’s jaw line, shaded it with a pinkish tone and ignored her cramping fingers. A weaker person would have already put the paints away, but Lizette kept sketching, unaware of the nervous tics that tugged at her face, the soft chirps that gathered in the back of her throat and s...