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, August 24, 2011

Blended Part 3 by Zhu Juran

Blended Part 3 by Zhu Juran

Aaaaaaaand she was back at that same place, even tho she’d logged in to home! She circled around to make sure - yes, the same place, surrounded by colors, and that silver disk was there in the eastern sky. (She checked her map quickly - yes, eastern.) Well at least she wasn’t a cloud! Opening up her friends list, she saw her sweetheart was still offline. Might as well explore then, she thought.

She headed south a bit, and saw a man in a strange suit, it looked like he was digging something up. “Hello,” she said, “nice animation!” He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face and said, “Yes, well, um, hard at work here, have to get back to it, busy busy and all that.” And he went on digging. Pfft she muttered under her breath but out loud she merely said, “Ok, njoy, ttfn”. He ignored her. Too bad, it was really was quite a good animation, even the facial expressions, she’d like to know where he got it.

Walking towards the large white willow, it shimmered as she got closer. The leaves appeared to be glittery white threads, with more of those little beads attached to several of them. She touched it and saw that it was only one prim. Wow, impressive sculpty texture! Who built this place she wondered. But no creator appeared on any prim that she chose. Curioser and curioser. She was beginning to feel like Dorothy in the land of Oz. Too bad her dog wasn’t here, she’d rename him Toto.

Suddenly she was flat on her back with a huge beast on top of her! She panicked, struggling wildy, until she realized it wasn’t biting her but licking her face, and it wasn’t really huge, it was just the camera angle. It looked just like her little dog! She touched it, and a menu came up: Rename me, Follow, Lick, Wag Tail, Sit, Good dog! She touched the sit button and instantly the dog was off of her, sitting like the obedient dog her RL dog most definitely was NOT. I could get used to this she laughed to herself. She renamed him Toto, hit the follow button, and headed west. Sneaking a quick glance behind, she saw that yes! he was following her! She smiled.

Crossing a shimmery white river that didn’t make her feet wet (well, what was she expecting anyway?), she came across some objects that had reminded her of llamas from far away. Colorful llamas to be sure, but definitely llamas. Up close though she saw that they were bushes of flowers, with chinese lanterns lighting up the area. And such nice flowers on the ground, so realistic. Again, only one prim, and again, no creator information. Damn.

She heard her RL doorbell, she’d forgotten a friend was coming over to visit, to try to cheer her up. Reluctantly she closed her virtual world, and went to answer the door. Hugging her friend, she looked around for her dog; usually he was the first one there when the doorbell rang, but not today.

“Guess we need to go look for To..um Charlie,” she said to her friend. “Up for a walk?”

“Sure,” her friend answered, so they both set out to search the woods where Charlie liked to play.

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