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, August 31, 2012

Inspiration for August 2012

Choose any picture from this slide show for your August 2012 inspiration

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Bicycle Race - by Lillian Morpork

“Daisy, Daisy. Give me your answer, do” Charles ‘Chaz’ Mitchell caroled as he peddled along. Philip Warrall, on the front seat of the tandem bicycle, turned his head a bit and called back:

"A Kitten Finds a Home" by Llola Lane

"A Kitten Finds a Home" by Llola Lane

Inspired by 'Sooty' with my Sisters

Sooty opened her eyes... The world was a dark place. She felt someone licking her head. She was all sticky... and hungry! That was a good sign she was healthy and strong. She tried to stand but her paws would not hold her little body. She rubbed her eyes... A faint light burned them. She fell back asleep... hungry.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

"Souls" by Teri and Jayme

"Souls" by Teri and Jayme

Inspired by Bringing Home the Shopping

She carved the marks into her arm carefully, following the diagrams in the book she had been given. It hurt, of course, as the paring knife sliced into her skin, but she endured the agony because she knew she had to. At the top was the intricate and complicated sigil of the demon Beelzebub, carved of flowing lines with a single cut of the knife. Beneath it was the true-name of her father. That had been difficult to discover and had required many visits to the big library in the British Museum. In the end she had determined that as Beelzebub was originally Hebrew, the true-name she needed was the Hebrew spelling of her father's name. Next came the symbol for soul. After she had carved this geometric shape into her arm, it had to be sealed with fire. The pain from the candle flame was excruciating and she had passed out as the bleeding cuts were burned black. Finally, surrounding the entire set of marks, was an oval that was capped with the symbol for a contract. After it was done, she sat down to wait. The minutes turned into hours and eventually, in the darkness of the night, she fell asleep.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

"A Bedtime Prayer" by Llola Lane

"A Bedtime Prayer" by Llola Lane

A poem inspired by Prayers at Bedtime

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

"Down the Rabbit Hole" by Jayme and Teri

"Down the Rabbit Hole" by Jayme and Teri

Inspired by Prayers at Bedtime

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'

Home From School - part 2 - Lillian Morpork

Susan and Sarah sat quietly at the breakfast table, slowly spooning small amounts of porridge into their mouths. They were dressed in clean play dresses, faces and hands clean, hair neatly combed. They didn’t raise their eyes from their food, and were very subdued, faces sad.

The Picnic Basket Heist - by Sven Pertelson

Fred Russell rolled up his shirt sleeves and then adjusted his straw boater to keep the sun out of his eyes. It was crowded on the paddle steamer, the ‘Duke of Cambridge’ on this pleasant summer morning as it ploughed its way up the Thames towards Kew Gardens.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

"Home From School" by Lillian Morpork

"Home From School" (picture of the same name) by Lillian Morpork

Susan and Sarah sat still and smiling, waiting for Father to get everything set to take the picture. It wasn’t so bad, now he had the new Kodak Brownie camera; not at all like when Grandfather took a picture. That took just about forever, with Grandfather fussing with the lights and the reflectors, and the camera, and their hair, and skirts, and heads and just everything! And they had to sit so still for so long they were aching when they were finally allowed to go. At least with Father, it only took a few minutes.

"Horace's Dolls" by Llola Lane

"Horace's Dolls" by Llola Lane

Inspired by "Who Will Be My Mother?"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeease Horace.. take a picture of my dolls with your new camera." Horace's little sister begged. She had been bugging him all day.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

"What the Camera Failed to Catch" by Jayme and Teri

"What the Camera Failed to Catch" by Jayme and Teri

Inspired by “Time for Tea at the Terazzo Works”

It was tea time and James was futilely coaxing the boys to stand still long enough for him to adjust his camera lens. In the background the wireless was playing a show tune that no one was really listening to, as the boys were too busy laughing to create a serious pose for the picture. As the song ended the BBC announcer cut in with a dire and sombre voice to report a special message from the Prime Minister: “Great Britain has just declared war on Germany, more details are forthcoming.” Suddenly, the room fell deathly silent only to be interrupted a second later by the loud “POP” as James' flash illuminated the room and caught the moment on film.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Time's Wasting! - By Lillian Morpork ( Inspired by - Sunday by the Thames)

“Children, come along now, we must be going!” Father called. There was the clatter and thud of running feet, and the Watson children lined up in a row in front of their father, breathless and excited.

"Which one to choose" by Llola Lane

"Which one to choose" by Llola Lane

So many pictures... Which one to choose
With a variety of choices, I can not loose.

Forty Winks - by Sven Pertelson

I knew I should have gone straight home from the Stadium. That would have been the sensible thing to do, I suppose. I just had to go and watch the United Kingdom play Denmark in the finals of the 1908 Olympic Football contest, and we won, two nil!.