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

Friday, February 3, 2012

"The Dance of Death" PART 2 by Llola Lane

"The Dance of Death" PART 2 by Llola Lane

Suddenly I feel pain
the dance is not over
Death looks at me in shock
it's grip lets go.

Was I dead?
or was it just the drugs?
I don't care
I turn and look away.

I still hear the music
and I am still dancing
I see my loved ones clearer now.
Happy faces
Glad that I have returned.

Something is wrong
I'm still dancing with death
the corpses are still here
the lights are still bright
I should be returning home.

I hear voices through the music
they are calling my name
The voices are shouting
But only MY name do I understand.

The corpses put hands over my ears
they don't want me to hear
they know if I understand more
I will dance with them no longer.

I recognize a loved one
Through a cloudy haze I see tears
They smile at me
I hear them tell me they love me
and I understand.

More faces become clearer
the voices are not shouting now
they calm me and all my fears
I am returning home.

A hand rests on my shoulder
I breath easy and strong
I am home
I have escaped death!

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