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, September 4, 2010


And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... and 10 gods united and mighty lift up their arms into space and bolts of lightning grow from their arm to the space close to the sun. KA BOOOM!!! A seed planted. The seed swirls and grows getting bigger and bigger to form a planet. It shoots mountains into the sky and sinks deep crevices into the earth. And the crevices fill with water and tiny fish appear. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... and they stretched out their hands down to the planet and flashes of lightning dance from their finger tips to the ground
below. CRASH! A seed planted. Up sprouts a blade of grass... then another crash... another blade of grass. Soon the valley is flooded with green. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... and again they stretched out their hands... More lightning from their fingertips and another CRASH below. A seed planted. Up sprouts a twig... soon it grows as high as the hill into a tree. Leaves sprout from the tree and little flowers bloom from its' branches. The flowers wither and die and in their place small balls of red grow bigger and bigger. Soon an apple is formed. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... this time a louder CRASH below and even brighter lightning. A bigger seed planted. It starts to beat as if like a drum. Legs form from the seed...paws...then a head. Little ears... A nose twitches. The bunny hops off to explore its' new surroundings. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... a loud CRASH and below lightning strikes the ground yet again. A seed planted. Large legs form from the seed...wings sprout from its’ back... the head long and lean. A horn grows from its’ forehead. A unicorn is born. It stands strong and tall, wings gleaming in the sunlight. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... it takes ALL of them now to form this seed. KA BOOOM!!! A baby planted. Its' legs grow... the body grows to a fine figure of a man. He looks at the grass... the tree with apples... the little bunny hopping in the grass... then climbs on the back of the unicorn. The unicorn carries him high in the sky. He feels the wind on his face and commands the unicorn back to the ground. He lies under the tree. And the gods smile.

And the gods said... LET THERE BE LIFE... and they cause the man to go into a deep sleep. They raise hands and lightning again comes from their fingers. This time a quiet Crash as the lightning touches the man. The lightning jumps to the side of the man. A baby is planted. This time a woman grows, with long blonde flowing hair and a perfect body. She looks at the man lying at her side. She touches his hair. She looks at the tree full of apples. She stands and picks one. The man wakes up and sees her eating the apple. She gives him a bite. And the gods smile.

“The end!”

"And that is how our ancestors believe the world was created." The maiden rolled up the scroll and glanced over at the little Greek princess now fast asleep. She pulls the covers over the little girls' shoulders and gives her a kiss on the cheek and gets up from the edge of the bed. She walks over to the candle and blows out the flame. Reaching up she pulls the curtain closed across the bed ever so quietly. Her shadow flickers in the doorway as she turns and walks out of the room.

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