Your inspiration for stories in October by Tegan Jenvieve
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, October 30, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
My name is Hannah Campbell, and I had a very weird and frightening experience. I had been attending an evening lecture at the university, and when I went outside, I found that the weather had deteriorated, and it was storming. The temperature had dropped, and the wind was howling, blowing sleet across almost horizontally. I had about ten blocks to go, but it was going to take me a long time, fighting my way through the storm. There was no hope of flagging down a cab, not in weather like this. I sighed, and set out.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Miriam awoke, not with a start but with that slow sleepy draw towards consciousness that feels warm and embracing. Like the whole of the world were welcoming her back from a deep slumber of wayfaring dreams. She began to notice the shimmering sound of running water and the gentle chirping of birds singing their songs back and forth. A tiny liquid tickle ran down her cheek and she raised her hand to her face as she opened her eyes. She wiped the moisture to the back of her hand and held it out above her to see a tiny collection of dew and her hand framed by high, lush tree tops alive with the warm green colors of spring.
The Wind howled through the leavens and branches of The Great Tree. Ancient and Wise were Her branches. She has felt an uneasiness growing over the centuries. Winter was approaching again, but this was not that cause of Her unease. The changing Seasons were the Natural Order of things. No, the coming cold winter or the falling leaves from Her branches were not the cause of Her unease. The Humans were drawing closer. Too close for Her comfort.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Once upon a time in a forest far far away there lived two fae sisters. One was a White Fae the other was a Black Fae. They both dreamed of marrying the White Fae prince, although neither one of them had met him before. But tonight was their chance. The great fae ball was tonight, in the center of the forest. It was rumored that tonight he would pick his mate. All the faes would be there.
Friday, October 8, 2010
One aeon, the Archangels Mihael, angel of Loyalty, and Ezekiel, angel of Death and Transformation, were walking around Heaven, chatting and watching various happenings. Mihael was tall, slender, and inhumanly handsome, gave off a subdued white glow. Ezekiel, just as tall and handsome had a darker aura, his glow was more shadowed.