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

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman

Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman

I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad. I recall the tears I cried, the time the doctor handed me my first child, my little girl. I looked down at her with tears in my eyes and the wonder that I held in my arms, so small and full of life. With each baby I let the tears fall, a new daddy each and every time. As time went on I watched my sons and daughters grow through the good times and bad, remebering each and every one. The tears I cried when they walked out the door all grown up on there own. Feeling sad as each one left but filled with pride as they go. The tears of joy I cried when I got a call, hearing the words, Daddy, your a grandpa. A soft little cry, taking me back to when I first heard that cry, my little girl. Over time I would receive a call hearing from my girls with their voices saying Daddy your a grandpa. Tears I cried when my boys went on there own, oldest to the army and the youngest on his own. Tears I cried being left all alone, as a daddy on my own, as the last one went out on his own. Who's to say men aren't supposed to cry? Try being a Daddy, alone,and on your own.

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