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 Girl with the Plastic Smile" by SweetTrinityBaby Resident

"The Girl with the Plastic Smile" by SweetTrinityBaby Resident

Opening her eyes she pinched herself to see if the numbness was still there. Susan knew it would be, but she was just hoping that some how or some way the pain would leave during the night. Susan had been though more pain then most in her short life and had learned how to numb out most of it. But, from all her avoiding and numbing, she had almost completely died inside. Although, her heart was beating and she was breathing, no one looking at her could tell just how cold, dark, and lonely she had become inside. Susan felt trapped in a grave that she had buried herself in.

Now the day had to get started, Susan pushed herself off the bed and began dressing. Passing the mirror, she glanced up at her blank face. She stopped and took a few moments to find her plastic smile for the day. Once she felt like others would believe her facade she quickly finished getting ready, grabbed her bag, and headed out to work.

While walking to the bus stop Susan pulled out the notes for her staff meeting and began going over them. She had walked to this stop so many times that she could do it with her eyes closed. Normally there was no one around, accept of course for today. She was not looking so she did not see him standing on the sidewalk, and he must not have seen her until she walked right into him. As soon as their bodies met Susan felt the most powerful jolt of energy pulse though her body. It was so strong it almost threw her to the ground. She turned and looked at the man that she had run into. He looked back with a cold, un-phased stare. Wanting to talk to him, but not really having a clue what to say, she just stared back. The man soon broke their gaze and started walking away. Susan did not move until she could not see him any longer. Once he was fully out of sight she folded her arms around her chest and headed on her way.

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