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

Thor’s Apocalypse by lillian Morpork

He’d been sleeping, mighty Thor,
A sleep that lasted aeons long,
Nestled snugly in a fleecy cloud
Content to leave those lesser beings,
Humans, to their own devices on the Earth.
His underlings were well supplied
With lightning bolts, just to keep those
Crawling, weakling slugs reminded
Of his power. Of mighty Thor.
Hovering there, far beyond the planet,
Their petty battles disturbed him not.
And so, in peace, the mighty one slept on.
But then it came, roaring, belching flame,
A metal monster carrying a crew -
Human men and women, venturing out
Away, beyond their proper sphere,
Their place of birth. And in their
Going, audaciously they ripped away
A part of that cloud, his soft nest
Wherein he slept. He woke, roaring,
Cursing, in violent anger raged
And reached for his store of weapons.
Some he flung after that manmade dragon.
But it was gone, far beyond his reach.
The rest he flung at Earth, pelted all
As ‘round it turned below him,
Bent on complete destruction
Of all that moved. Great was the
Devastation. But other Gods protected,
Guarded this creation. And so
Thor’s Armageddon failed, and
Earth, and Man, lived on, and flourished.

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