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, June 8, 2011

"The Portal" Part 1 by Trybil Timeless

"The Portal" Part 1 by Trybil Timeless

The artifact they uncovered was gilt in gold over a meticulously carved stone tablet. The technical precision and the artistry of its crafting were obvious. The meaning of its message, if any, was not.

Sarah shouted at the laborers, "Get back you fools!" as they pushed and shoved each other for a closer look at the glimmering tablet. Zahed in front, teetering at the edge of the excavated hole, breathed easier as the compression of the too-eager onlookers eased enough to skootch his heels backwards and regain his balance.

It was uncharacteristic for Sarah to bark a command; her mere gaze was usually enough to command action. Lead investigator of the privately funded expedition, she was no cruel taskmistress, but team members soon enough discovered her low tolerance for inattentiveness, or soon enough found themselves on the helicopter home.

At barely 5 feet tall, with improbable blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, Sarah presented a disturbingly beautiful contrast to the harsh gray desert around them. The surreal glint from the partly uncovered artifact somehow brought balance to her presence; its cold allure was felt by all but resonated in Sarah's presence.

The artifact was clearly meant for her - and the laborers all fell to the side as she strode forward to touch it.

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