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

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Seaside Fun - by lillian Morpork

Come little sister, come with me,
Down to the seashore, down to the sea.
We’ll search and find some pretty shells,
And hear the stories the wavelet tells,
Tall tales of ships that sail afar
Finding their way by the leading star.
Perhaps, if we’re lucky, we might find
A Selkie child, who wouldn’t mind
Joining us in some happy play,
While he stays a human child all day.
Or maybe we’ll find a treasure trove,
Hidden by pirates in a secret cove.
We’d choose some jewels for Mama dear,
‘Twould make her happy, bring her cheer.
That would be fun, but, it’s just a dream.
But in shallows, where small things teem,
There just might be a pretty starfish.
We can pretend, and each make a wish.
I don’t what wish I’d make, do you?
You’d wish for a kitten that says mew?
A fluffy grey kitten is what you’d like?
Oh, now I know, I’d wish for a bike!
Ha ha, little sister, isn’t this fun?
I am so happy, I want to run!
Let’s run, and see how far we can go,
Splashing the water with heel and toe.
Oh, dear, little sister, look at the sun!
It’s setting, and that’s an end to our fun.
We must head back to Mama and home,
But maybe tomorrow we’ll once more roam
Down to the seashore, down to the sea,
And play again with the young Selkie.

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