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

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Just a few words for one painting - by Lloubras Eyre

N'entends tu pas la plainte de ces yeux
Juste un regard, une souffrance qui se tait
Un visage impassible qui comtemple la vie
Comtempler n'est pas forcément subjuguer
On ne décrit pas une peinture, on l'a vit!**
Les mots sont inutiles quand le frisson t'envahit

The Madonna’s (PART 3) by Llola Lane

I awoke suddenly. I could hear alarms and sirens. They echoed in my cabin. I heard footsteps outside my door. Someone was banging on it. Half asleep I answered the door. “We’re HERE!” a man’s voice said. The hallway was bright and noisy so I just nodded and closed the door.

I thought to myself…”The story continues.”

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Eyes of Hope - by lloubras Eyre

eyes of pain, reddened by too many tears
the eyes of hope, betrayed by too many hatred

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Madonna’s (PART 2) by Llola Lane

After a month of talking we still were no closer to finding an answer to our questions about what the Madonna’s where. I lay in bed awake with lots of questions… but no answers. I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamt of the Madonna talking to me. She was speaking but no words were coming out of her mouth. She kept touching her red hair above her left eye. The same eye with the white bird tattoo under it. It was then that I noticed the X above her eye…

Monday, April 18, 2011

The Alien - by Lillian Morpork

I stood in the field and looked at the sky,
And saw a glowing ball flash by,
A streak of light that caught my eye -
A flaming meteor.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Madonnas (PART 1) by Llola Lane

As someone once told me... X hardly EVER marks the spot. So then... WHY am I sitting in this space ship heading for some planet I've never even been to??? THAT is a story in itself...

It all started about a year ago....

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Mater Dolorosa - by Sven Pertelson

Light shines through stained glass
Silent, the church holds vigil
As a single candle burns
In memory of a son

Shaman by Lillian Morpork

I sat in the sling chair and let my eyes wonder around the room. I was in a hut, in a jungle village, the only white person here, or as far as I knew, the only one within a thousand miles. And I was stuck here for the foreseeable future.

The EYES say it all! by LLola Lane

Her eyes stare at me
and I can't help but wonder
Is she human or is she alien?