Monday, May 30, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
OZLAND, A Magical Place (FOUR) by Llola Lane
OZLAND, A Magical Place (FOUR) by Llola Lane
"BONG... BONG... BONG” 12 bongs ring out and midnight night strikes one last time for this exhibit and the OZLAND Art Gallery is silent!
"BONG... BONG... BONG” 12 bongs ring out and midnight night strikes one last time for this exhibit and the OZLAND Art Gallery is silent!
Monday, May 23, 2011
On Dragon's Wings By Desii Resident
Kyriana stood just out of sight atop the spiraling mahogany stair case, auburn tresses pulled back in a gentle tail that cascaded down her shoulders in heavy ringlets. Below her she could hear the wafting sounds of the band playing mingling with the throaty laughs and dull din of the men and ladies gathered there. It was to be her day, or so her father had said, her day to choose which of the six gentlemen would become her suitor and heir to her father’s holdings. She had read the letters of intent as they had arrived, as was her duty and as she stood here now her mind flitted over these and the men that she knew waited below.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Mysterious Lady - by lillian Morpork
It was a constant subject of converstation and speculation. The Seven Men in the top corner discussed it often. Clock and Dragon wondered and pondered it. Morna Meredith and Moon talked about it, after Moon first mentioned it. So did Angel Bright and Bucephalus Pegasus. And Dectective tried to investigate it, only to be blocked by the swirling, tornadic winds, full of dark dust. The parrots and Seal didn't talk about it at all, and the others wondered why.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Another Adventure - lillian Morpork
She was beautiful, she was graceful, she was unchanged. Almost. She was Morna Meredith, beloved guardian from the sea, and she was no longer sad, no longer bored out of her skull.
A Great Adventure - lillian Morpork
She was beautiful; she was graceful; she was sad; she was Morna Meredith, beloved guardian from the sea. And she was bored out of her skull.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Where Are We? by lillian Morpork
Where are we now? the question rose,
What land is this we've entered?
What land is this we've entered?
The Bottom to Top, Left to Right Mystery - by Sven Pertelson
From a bed of seaweed the turbot stared at me, steaming gently, surrounded by lightly cooked clams, mussels and samphire. The gleaming copper fish kettle made a magnificent centrepiece to the dining table. "Would you care for some fish?" asked the world famous detective opposite me. His trade mark pipe sat in an ashtray on the table, his deerstalker hat and Ulster cloak were hanging near the restaurant door, beyond which, the thick London fog swirled and writhed in sulphurous tendrils. It was a cold evening and the idea of an after theatre supper was appealing, especially with such interesting set of companions. The good doctor and the detective's mysterious brother were also seated around the table.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
OZLAND, A Magical Place (THREE) by Llola Lane
Midnight night strikes. The OZLAND Art Gallery comes alive, and 7 men stretch and grumble... This time they don't want to be left out of the exploration activities...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A counterclockwise spiral from the centre - By Sven Pertelson
It all started at a symposium. No, not one of those boring talking shops that they have these days ! A real Greek style symposium, where the thinkers got drunk on large amounts of rough red wine, while some sober scribe noted down the ideas, then they looked at the ideas the next day. Now that is the sort of brainstorming I like. In Vino Veritas, or whatever the Greek for that is.
Oceans - by lloubras Eyre
Just to be a bustard or a dolphin
To be an albatross flying in ocean winds
To be the storm passing on the murmuring rain
Just be the exile who returned to his shelter
Just the ship reaches its home port
To be an albatross flying in ocean winds
To be the storm passing on the murmuring rain
Just be the exile who returned to his shelter
Just the ship reaches its home port
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
OZLAND, A Magical Place (TWO) by Llola Lane
As I told you once before, OZLAND is a magical place. And this night, like so many others, the clock strikes midnight, and again... the Art Gallery comes alive!!!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
OZLAND, A Magical Place (ONE) by Llola Lane
Did you know that OZLAND is a magical place??? Well it is... and every night at the OZLAND Art Gallery a wonderful magical thing happens. As the clock strikes midnight, the Art Gallery comes alive!!!
L2R T2B by Sven Pertelson
( The following story reads the picture Left to Right and Top to Bottom - hence the title.)
The suited and booted commuters jostled like bad tempered sardines as the tube train went over the points. "Like riding over a dragon's back" said the wit with his nose in the air. The train tannoy crackled into life, "All passengers for London Zoo please alight at Regent's Park, please note the escalators are out of order and you will have to use the stairs."
The suited and booted commuters jostled like bad tempered sardines as the tube train went over the points. "Like riding over a dragon's back" said the wit with his nose in the air. The train tannoy crackled into life, "All passengers for London Zoo please alight at Regent's Park, please note the escalators are out of order and you will have to use the stairs."
Collage of Wonder!!! by Llola Lane
A collage of wonder so much to see
Twisting and turning it is the key.
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