What are Ozlandish Writings?

From July 2010 to December 2014 we ran OZLAND PICTURE STORIES as described below. Sadly though the number of writers reduced over the years and we decided to call it a day. We leave these as a record of the good times we had.

Are "You" ready to challenge your writing skills? Then participate in our OZLAND Picture Stories writing series at The Ozland Art Gallery.

Each month a new picture will be picked, from our OZLAND Artist of the Month collection, with different themes. Your goal is to write a 500-1000 word... poem... essay... or story about the picture picked. This is a chance for you to challenge your writing skills each month. Story can be written in ANY genre... sci fi... romance... ghost... fantasy... fiction... non-fiction... biography... mystery... historical... whatever your writing genre... feel free to experiment. Send your writing inworld to Sven Pertelson as a notecard to have it included on the web site. We meet at the The Ozland Art Gallery each Wednesday at Noon and 6pm SLT to read the latest submissions on voice. More Information

Saturday, July 31, 2010

OZLAND Picture Story for July 2010

What does this picture inspire you to write?  Please see the Guidelines

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Night After Christmas - by lillian Morpork

The Night After Christmas
by lillian Morpork

‘Tis the night after Christmas, and all through the house,
Everyone was a-stirring, except my dear spouse.
The gifts were all opened, the feasting all done,
And stomachs were groaning, oh yes, every one!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Hot and Dry by 7Gems Bluebird

Hot and Dry by 7Gems Bluebird

Living in a house, in a land that's hot and dry, snow I have never seen.

Angel Christmas by Zarah Frostbite

Angel Christmas by Zarah Frostbite

In a cold winter land, there are beautiful houses all around, but there is one in particular which has a great story behind it.

House Chrismassy by Monk Faith

House Chrismassy by Monk Faith

Laying here, uselessly staring at my monitor
Fiddling with Mouse, clicking here and there
And letting my mind wander everywhere
Far-far away, but reaching nowhere.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Christmas Love - lillian Morpork

This is an Ekphrastic poem - the style is old, a graphic and often dramatic description of visual work - art, literature or other. Ekphrastic is from the Greek words 'ek'=out and 'phrastic'= speak. Contemporary ekphrastic poetry may be any of a wide range of responses to many visial arts. It may be a 'conversation with, or a spoof of the art, or a start to a longer work. It expresses the writer's response to the art.

Christmas Love - picture The Little Blue Hose
by lillian Morpork

It's Christmas eve, the house is dark,
All is silent, everyone asleep
Except us. We lie, joined, intertwined,
Sweating, resting, waiting for the next bout.
After all, Christmas is a time of love,
And what deeper love can there be but
The passionate love between man and woman?

The Last Christmas - lillian Morpork

The Last Christmas
by lillian Morpork

She sighed as she kicked off her slippers and climbed into bed. Three o’clock on Christmas morning, and she was so tired. ‘I’ll be lucky to get three hours’ sleep,’ she thought. The children had been up late, too excited with expectations of what that special day would bring. Young Susie and John, in particular had been hard to get settled. It had taken three stories and two lullabies before they finally drifted off.

Now, at last, all was quiet, lights off, Santa gifts arrayed under the tree in the parlour. Light shone through the window, and she realized that she had neglected to turn the outdoor lights off. She shook her head - let them go. It was the last time they would glow outside this dear old home.

Santa's Helpers - lillian Morpork

Santa’s Helpers

Christmas Eve. The house is dark, the only lights those on the lawn decorations.
“Hssst, Jake,” Sam whispered. “Looks like we can get in here! I tried this basement window, and it isn’t locked.” He turns to Jake and grins. “Good luck for us, our Christmas present. Probably lots of good stuff here. Maybe even some good jewellery.”

Jake grinned back as Sam opened the window and slid carefully through, then followed. They turned on their flashlights, being careful to shelter them so the light wouldn’t attract unwanted attention.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Grrrrrrrrrr... It's July! - Llola Lane

Grrrrrrrrrr... It's July!

Why DO we have snow??? Why DON'T we have green grass???
Why DO we have blizzards??? Why DON'T they just pass???

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Christmas Light - Sven Pertelson

The Christmas lights shine on, but no-one there
Wilting sad garlands, bright once, fading now.
Soft snow, on iron hard streets, muffles slow bells.
A home no more. The empty windows stare
Where laughter gaily rang, mute silence dwells.