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

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Pleasant Madness by Nuria Dominica

Thrown into a pleasant madness, my thoughts.
Letting them like soft and delicate bubbles.
Running, they are running into the deep blue of the ocean
mixed with the clear sky.
Flying freely with no shame.

It feels like crazy inside my head.
It pushes, it moves.
I can see thousand of colours, shapes.
I hear noises, sometimes they are nice sounds
other time they kick my ears from the inside.
It seem all hilarious, perhaps it is.
There is no rest for my senses, they are captured.

I laugh then I feel suddenly sad,
then I laugh again.
It feels like crazy,
a wonderful madness growing,
coming and going.

The soul is deep,
an addictive interlude of awakening.
All surrounded
all covered

I touch my head, my skin is cold
looking into that glaze of gratifying insanity.
I wonder if is my brain going insane.
Will I return? Will I stay?

It does not matter
nothing matters as I fly away
as I let my happiness bewitched by so much beauty.
Freedom is the key as emotions conquest my senses.
I let them move through my skin over and over
until I will recognise my face again.

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