Moment in Time from HHB 1900's England Photography Exhibit - by Sven Pertelson
A writing challenge in SecondLife®. Writings inspired by works of art in the OZLAND Art Gallery
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
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Inspiration for July 2012
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Moment in Time - Part 4 - Sven Pertelson
Just a week, and a few hours, after the long-case clock in the Hotel Bentink stopped working Starr rapped on frame of the open door of Louisa's office and announced, "Ma'am, your father and a young man are at the front of the hotel, unloading a crate from one of those infernal taxicabs. I have opened both doors for them and Fred is standing guard on the steps."
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"Horace" PART 2 by Llola Lane
"Horace" PART 2 by Llola Lane
His father had not been as proud of him as Horace had thought he would be. Father thought photography was a waste of good time and money. "There are better ways to make a living," his father yelled. "You need to get a more respectable job. You are getting older... you will have to provide for a wife and family. Photography is o.k. for a hobby but it won't pay the bills!" And with that father huffed out of the room. Horace was determined to prove him wrong.
His father had not been as proud of him as Horace had thought he would be. Father thought photography was a waste of good time and money. "There are better ways to make a living," his father yelled. "You need to get a more respectable job. You are getting older... you will have to provide for a wife and family. Photography is o.k. for a hobby but it won't pay the bills!" And with that father huffed out of the room. Horace was determined to prove him wrong.
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Monday, July 23, 2012
It's Time - part 2 - by Lillian Morpork
A moment later a young man stepped through the door. He was about 5’10”, with curly dark brown hair and eyes, high-browed, with an intelligent face. He was dressed in a three piece tweed suit, and as he came, he twitched the suit coat into place. He looked up and smiled. “Yes, Miss Tudor, let me see the watches.” He stepped up to the counter and nodded at Mrs. Underhill.
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
"The Kiss" by Teri Meridian and Jayme Svoboda
"The Kiss" by Teri Meridian and Jayme Svoboda
It is the scent of a rose that brings back the memory from so long ago. She used a rose-water face cream that left the barest hint of its essence behind on her skin. As my lips pressed against hers, I inhaled its sweet scent and have always linked the smell of roses with that forbidden kiss. Girls were not supposed to have these feelings, these needs and wants, and yet I did and she saw that.
It is the scent of a rose that brings back the memory from so long ago. She used a rose-water face cream that left the barest hint of its essence behind on her skin. As my lips pressed against hers, I inhaled its sweet scent and have always linked the smell of roses with that forbidden kiss. Girls were not supposed to have these feelings, these needs and wants, and yet I did and she saw that.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Moment in Time (3) by Sven Pertelson
The next day, after the visit to her father's shop, Louisa was working in her office, planning menus for the hotel and for some prestigious luncheons and dinners at client's private houses.
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"The Watch" by Teri Meridian
"The Watch" by Teri Meridian
It was a store she knew well and one that she had been in several times before. The clerk would likely recognise her and know why she was here. Swallowing hard, she squeezed her eyes shut, hardened her resolve, and crossed the street. The door was heavy and stiff. Its iron hinges groaned slightly as she pulled it open. The store smelled of old wood and oil while the tick-tock of all the time-pieces filled the air with a constant, low volume, noise.
It was a store she knew well and one that she had been in several times before. The clerk would likely recognise her and know why she was here. Swallowing hard, she squeezed her eyes shut, hardened her resolve, and crossed the street. The door was heavy and stiff. Its iron hinges groaned slightly as she pulled it open. The store smelled of old wood and oil while the tick-tock of all the time-pieces filled the air with a constant, low volume, noise.
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"Horace" Part 1 by Llola Lane
"Horace" Part 1 by Llola Lane
Horace was bored... He'd taken all the pictures he could inside and outside the clock shoppe. He had been watching the new girl behind the counter for some time now. He knew her name, Penelope, that was all. He wanted to know more. He wanted her picture. But how to get it was the question?
Horace was bored... He'd taken all the pictures he could inside and outside the clock shoppe. He had been watching the new girl behind the counter for some time now. He knew her name, Penelope, that was all. He wanted to know more. He wanted her picture. But how to get it was the question?
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Wednesday, July 11, 2012
It's Time (Part 1) by lillian Morpork
Ceridwen Tudor looked up as a customer came in, and gasped. It was Her! Mrs. Abigail Underhill, the woman she had heard last week, speaking about votes for women. Ceridwen had been going back to work after winding the clocks at Ashley Hall for Mr. Taylor, when he had been away ill. She passed the home of one of the Lords, and Mrs. Underhill was standing speaking to a large group of women. What she said thrilled Ceridwen, it made so much sense. She blinked, and realised that Mrs. Underhill was speaking to her!
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Moment in Time (2) by Sven Pertelson
Looking out of her dressing room window Louisa could see the passers-by wrapped up well against the chill of a London spring morning. From her wardrobe she selected a long warm coat and a sensible hat. where she was going was not a well-to-do area and while she wanted to look smart she did not want to be over-dressed. As she came down to the hotel reception Starr was waiting for her at the door. "I've hailed a cab for you ma'am, but I'm afraid I could only get one of those new-fangled motor taxicabs. They seem to be everywhere these days, nasty noisy things.", he scowled, holding the front door open for her.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2012
A moment in time. By Jayme Svoboda and Teri Meridian
I have led a very posh and pampered life as the daughter of a wealthy aristocratic family. To be Miss Anastasia Edwards is to be noticed by the society columnists and to have one's every outfit examined in minute detail for hints of coming fashion trends. I am popular, wealthy, courted by only the finest of gentlemen, and financially secure for the rest of my life. But it has not always been this way for me.
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Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Moment in Time (1) - by Sven Pertelson
Merriman! Starr! Louisa's strident voice pierced the silence of the Bentink Hotel. It was half past six in the morning and the usual underlying murmur of breakfasts being prepared, shoes cleaned and tables being laid was absent.
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"Lady With a Hat" by Llola Lane
"Lady With a Hat" by Llola Lane
Lady with a hat... Who can she be?
Lady with a hat is looking at me
Lady with a hat so proper and prim
Lady with a hat that has a wide brim
Lady with a hat... Who can she be?
Lady with a hat is looking at me
Lady with a hat so proper and prim
Lady with a hat that has a wide brim
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Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Moments in Time - by lillian Morpork
A store full of clocks, each one keeping time,
The seconds go by with a tick and a tock.
The seconds go by with a tick and a tock.
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