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, August 4, 2011

Dreamscape - by lillian Morpork

I slept, and seemed to float, bodiless.
At first, I seemed to be floating in a void
With nothing around me, nothing to see.

Then things started to appear,
The most preposterous sights,
Things I could not imagine.
I saw a grey, taloned, bird’s foot
That was at least a mile long.
 What kind of bird could be that big? I wondered.

Yet, beside that taloned foot I saw
Gigantic zinnias, each blossom
Fully half a mile across.
I drifted on, and nestled in a tree
Among the foliage, I saw
A fluffy, white, winged kitten,
Its eyes and nose like shiny black buttons,
Eyes saucer sized, gazing out at the world,
Wings folded on its back, purring in contentment.

I drifted on, over a forest of dark green trees,
And shining brightly in the middle of a tree,
A huge golden harvest moon.
Peeking out beneath the tree I
Glimpsed a tiny green elfin face.

On I floated, over more trees,
With a fluffy cloud in one,
And on toward dark green and deep gold mountains,
Until at last I saw the edge of a sun,
One hundred times bigger than old Sol,
Edging up over the mountains
Into a mottled raspberry sky.

As I looked, I seemed to melt into the sky,
And then everything was gone.
I woke, back in my body, in bed,
In this safe, mundane world,
And I was glad.

I opened my eyes and greeted the new day
With thankfulness and joy,
Happy to be me again.
And safe at home.

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