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, February 1, 2012

"The Dance of Death" by Llola Lane

"The Dance of Death" by Llola Lane

Lights flash all about me
I am hypnotized
Calling me deeper into unconsciousness.

The music has me in a trance
I am helpless
Swaying effortlessly to and fro.

I dance with corpses
Should I be taken in?
They beckon me to follow them.
Leave this life forever...
Dance with them in Death!

Something is keeping me here
or is it SomeONE?
My heart longs to stay
but death's hold is strong.

I must fight to live
I can't give in...
Time on earth is short
and I still have much to do.

The corpses smile at me
they tempt and taunt me
They want me to hurry
Death is near.

The music grows louder
I dance faster
the corpses come nearer
I try to break free...
but death's hold grips hard.

My loved ones are around me
I can see them in the distance
They cry for me
They want me to stay.

Farther away from me they go
as I dance with death
The corpses have my hand
I try to break free.

The light grows brighter
I am almost there
death greets me
Happy I am finally here.

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