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

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

OZLAND Picture Story for August 2010

Your inspiration for stories in August 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Night Ed Died - by lillian Morpork

“Did I ever tell ya” the old geezer said
As he ran his hand ‘cross his round bald head,
“Of that turrible night in Morgan’s Town
When Big Bart Barker shot Ed Stanley down?
‘Twur an awful sight!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ed is dead at Morgan's saloon - Amythe Moonlight

Ed is dead at Morgan's saloon
I heard them shout  in various shades of panic
Is it true? I asked  you. Yes you said .Ed is dead

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Hot Chow in the Hoosegow - by lilian Morpork

Zeke and I had been prospecting in the mountains for nigh on two years. It turned out to be a total waste of time. In that whole time, we didn’t get enough gold to fill a tooth. We finally decided to head back to civilization, or as much as we could find in the area around the foothills. On the way down, we ran into an unseasonal snow and sleet storm, and had to hole up in a small cave. We were stuck there for three days before things cleared enough for us to move on, and it stayed cold for the next week.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Farewell to Morgan’s Town - by lillian Morpork

The young woman slipped out of the shadows by the saloon and approached the Stage Coach driver. “Sir, I have my ticket, sorry I am so late.” she said softly.

He had just finished loading passengers and luggage, and was about to mount to the box, so he turned angrily at her voice. Taking in the slender body loaded down with luggage and baby, his face softened.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Gimmick - by Sven Pertelson

The mood was ugly in Morgan’s Saloon . I sat at the bar with both my hands in clear view . In the cracked mirror over the bar I could see Ed lying by the poker table. I was pretty sure he was dead .

Monday, August 9, 2010

“MEMORIES” by Llola Lane

“Bang… Bang… You’re dead,” said the little girl.  “Ugggh… Ya got me” said her father as he fell to the floor, the toy gun falling to his feet.

It had been years since she’d been back to Morgan’s Saloon but she could still see the look on her father’s face as he clutched his chest and fell to the floor.  Those were happy times… She missed him.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Hit or Flop? - by lillian Morpork

“Hey, Sheriff! Ed’s dead!” Cassidy raced into the jail house yelling, almost bowling Sheriff Armstrong over. Armstrong grabbed Cassidy by a shoulder to slow him down, and to keep his own balance.

Poor Ed a Fibonacci poem - by lillian Morpork

Is dead!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Food for Thought! - By Llola Lane

"TIMBER!!!"...the little mouse yelled at the top of its lungs, as the giant gunslinger fell to the floor. The little mouse made it out of the way just in time. The gunslinger moved.. groaned.. lifted himself partway off the floor, then fell flat on his face. The little mouse sniffed.. Was the man drunk?? Was he dead?? The gunslinger did not move again and no one came to help him up.

Ed is Dead - by Llola Lane

Ed is dead
he's lost his head

in a gunfight no less
about a lass