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, December 31, 2013

Your Inspiration for December 2013

Please note we will NOT be holding  readings on 25th December. We will be reading on 4th , 11th and 18th December.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Magic Santa Bus stop Part 2 by Relay Caedmon.

Amy AMY AMYYY!! Calling words echoed in the darkness, nothing was was seen only darkness as she was in a sack dumped into a dark corner of a cellar. She opened her eyes and found herself in the bus stop again.

A Winters Tale - Part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Abigail Thornbuckle carefully packed the basket of her walker, placing the bags so the contents wouldn’t leak. There was an insulated container of hot tea, a large thermos of thick beef stew a small loaf of fresh made bread, small pumpkin and apple pies, and some fruit. And in another bag, pits of bread, peanuts, sunflower seeds, fruit that was on the verge of going bad, and dried raisins.

"A Shelter's Story" by Llola Lane (Part 2 Young Love)

Soon I see an ambulance arrive and they take the hobo away. He never returns and as the days turn into months I realize I miss him. I hum HIS tune often as I watch the people go by.

In From the Cold - Part 3 - by Sven Pertelson

Unusually, as Tom walked in to Harry's office, Harry motioned for him to close the door. Tom was puzzled. Though they were in the business of secrets and national security everyone normally knew everything that was going on in the office.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Walking - by Marita Decosta

She was walking, how curious, not the fact that she was walking that's silly, but why would she suddenly realize she is taking a walk, and feel quite happy about it. Each step produced an interesting sound. Walking in bare feet made a certain sound, as did walking in high heels, boots, sneakers, and flip flops, but this sound was none of those She stopped walking, and pressed her sensory perception a bit beyond the audible. The first to respond was the skin on the tip of her nose, then her cheeks, both replied in perfect harmony, “it's cold”, yes she thought, the air, it's cold, but I feel warm, how odd. Time to up the ante and bring visual fully online, she knew her eyes were open but she wasn't really consciously observing at the moment, another mystery, why would she not?

"A Shelter's Story" by Llola Lane (Part 1 Hobo)

"A Shelter's Story" by Llola Lane (Part 1 Hobo)

I have seen many people in my short lifetime. Felt many heartaches, witnessed many first loves blossom, and lost many friends. I have celebrated many birthdays and other happy occasions, and though most have faded from memory... a few people I can't seem to forget.

A Winters Tale - Part 1 by Lillian Morpork

Abigail Thornbuckle stood watching the birds at the balcony feeders. There were Sparrows, Chickadees, a Purple Martin, a Tanager and even a pair of Cardinals. She loved watching them, though she was careful not to go close to the window.

In from the Cold - part 2 - by Sven Pertelson

Tom was frozen to the core by the time he had trudged back to his flat. He quickly hooked the video camera up to his laptop to download the footage and while it was working treated himself to a good hot shower. At least he had not drawn the night watch on this operation, no warm café for whoever had to spend the night watching the park.

"North Pole" An insider's perspective by Tami

Santa leaned back in his black reindeer leather lay-z-boy, put his winter-booted feet up on an old bourbon crate, and took a long swig of Budweiser. After swilling the warm, flat, beer around his mouth, he spewed it over the railing onto one of the elves working below, letting out a deep belly laugh as he gave the little twerp a beer shower. Sighing because his beer was now too warm to enjoy, he lit up a nice Cuban cigar and inhaled a lungful of the sweet, rum-dipped, tobacco smoke before flinging the half-full beer can at a passing elf. Ah well, it was almost noon and he hated drinking more than a couple of dozen beer before his lunch. It was time to switch to Jack and Eggnog. Feeling a rumbling in his stomach, he let out a long carbonated, beer smelling, belch and closed his eyes for a short nap under his sunlamp.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Drowning - Part 2 - Marita Decosta (from November)

He made it back into the drivers seat of the van, closer to the vents that were blasting on high with slowly warming air, grasping the steering wheel as hard as he could to try and still the shivering and shaking and attempt to return some more feeling and control back into his hands and arms.

The Magic Santa Bus Stop! - Part 1 - by Relay Caedmon

The Snow who falled down covered everything, roads,bushes even the rusty old stopsign who had seen many days, and its condition wasnt as it best. But there right there in the white field of snow there was a bus stop. Its oriented inspired roofs covered in snow kept part of the ground below free from it.

Winter Wonders - by Lillian Morpork

I walked through the park the day after the storm,
The snow was so deep, but I was quite warm.

"Little Bird" by Llola Lane

"Little Bird" by Llola Lane

Little bird up in a tree,
Little bird looks at me,
Another bird flying high,
Can not see me from the sky.

In From The Cold - part 1 - by Sven Pertelson

From the warmth of the park café Tom could see the old tramp shuffling along towards the frozen pond and the shelter. All the paths to the shelter were pristine unbroken snow. No-one had been near the shelter today and as it had not snowed since yesterday sunset that meant it had not been visited over night.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Waves of Life – part 4 – Lillian Morpork

The story so far.
A young woman is with an archaeology team on a strange planet. They are there with government permission, but some of the natives object to aliens digging up their past. Some of the most aggressive sneak into the dig and capture her while she sleeps. She wakes in a boat floating down a river. Someone had stowed a lot of supplies in the boat, so after she wakes, and realises she is heading for a tall cataract, she manages to steer the boat to shore.

She retrieves the supplies and sends the boat off to crash over the falls. By the time she made her way up from the river bank, it is late, so she sets up camp and settles for the night. She is wakened by the sound of yipping and howling and something circling the tent. When she peeks out, she sees natives dancing around. One sees her and forces her to come out of the tent.

They travel to the Capitol city and to the government. There she is greeted warmly and promised help for herself and the archaeologists. Unwrapping a cloth bundle, she reveals a small statuette; she had been told to keep it safe, and secret. She presents it to the Flxl (president) and all in the room go to their knees in awe.

The story continues:

Slowly I knelt too. The atmosphere of reverence and awe in the room was so strong, I could do nothing else.

Staring at the sea - Part 3 - By Sven Pertelson

This was the kind of blue water, open ocean sailing that Rob had dreamed of. A gentle swell faded into the distance, steady winds, blue skies and warm sun. First chore of the day was to collect flying fish that had collided with the sails overnight. Gutted and de-scaled they went into the frying pan for breakfast. Drain a little fresh water out of the solar still on the foredeck and make coffee and watch his straight line wake dissapear behind him. Life was good,

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 4

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 4

"I guess it's a good thing I couldn't get the skin off," I said. "Now I just need to shape it a bit to make it look like it BELONGS in the painting. And then find a way to seal the skin itself. It wouldn't do to have it fall apart before the auction." I smiled. This was exciting... Overnight Boa had turned a tragic incident into a money making venture. I hoped... fingers crossed.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Staring at the sea - part 2 - Sven Pertelson

Rob had regretted his joy at being alone on his boat only a week later. He had made good time through the Red Sea and had only made one stop at Port Sudan. The advice he got there was that staying close the the Somalian shore was the best way to avoid the local pirates. The tended to be looking for larger ships on the major deep water shipping lanes. It was pure economics, larger ships were owned by larger companies and these had more money for ransom.

Waves of Life – part 3 – Lillian Morpork

Waves of Life – part 3 – Lillian Morpork

The story so far:.
A young woman is with an archaeology team on a strange planet. They are there with government permission, but some of the natives object to aliens digging up their past. Some of the most aggressive sneak into the dig and capture her while she sleeps. She wakes in a boat floating down a river. Someone had stowed a lot of supplies in the boat, so after she wakes, and realises she is heading for a tall cataract, she manages to steer the boat to shore. She retrieves the supplies and send the boat off to crash over the falls. By the time she had made her was up from the river bank, it is late, so she sets up camp and settles for the night. She is wakened by the sound of yipping and howling and something circling the tent. When she peeks out, she sees natives dancing around. One sees her and forces her to come out of the tent.

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 3

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 3

The drive home was a blur... I had even forgotten to clean up my paints in my office. And the back seat was empty of the artwork that usually occupied it. I never even noticed. My dinner that night was quick and sparse. I skipped washing the dishes and went right to bed.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Drowning Part 1 - Marita Decosta

Staff Sergeant Andrew Williams snapped awake at precisely zero five thirty, and preformed his customary split second ritual of determining exactly where he was. It could be one of several places, a hole dug in the ground referred to as a "fighting hole", but it was too warm and cozy so maybe it was a shelter half, no, the smell of treated green canvas was absent. Barracks?....no it was too quiet no snores and the sound of troubled men having bad dreams. He was at home, in his own bed, his wife sleeping softly beside him.

Waves of Life - part 2 - by Lillian Morpork

The story thus far:

The narrator was with an archeology group that ran into trouble with a group of natives who resented strangers digging into their past. Two of them were extremely aggressive, and one night when she was sleeping, they gave her a drug and placed her in a boat and sent her off down the river. One friend managed to place survival gear in the boat while the natives were carrying her to where it was hidden.

On regaining consciousness, she realised where she was and what had happened. She found the supplies, packed a backpack and attached all that she could to the belt of the backpack. She then used the rudder to steer the boat to shore, removed all that she could, and sent the boat down river where it would go over a high cataract.

The story continues:

I turned and surveyed what seemed to be an impenetrable wall of growth. Bushes, shrubs and small trees lined the top of the bank, and every one seemed to have thorns, claw-like growths, saw tooth edged leaves and twigs. With my hair down, I would soon be caught irrevocably, held fast until I died and my body became food for the growth.

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 2

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 2

I stood up from my painting... Put my brushes in their cleaning solution... then followed the boy to the back room of the Reptile cages. As he opened the door I could see the problem right away. All I could say was... "Good heavens boy... WHAT have you done?"

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Out of a Dream – part 1 - by Lillian Morpork

Slowly I became aware; aware of a rising, falling, swaying sensation that made me dizzy, and slightly nauseous. I realised that my eyes were closed, and after a moment’s struggle, was able to open them. But I had to close them immediately; the light was so blindingly bright it sent stabs of pain into my head. I waited as I gradually grew more aware.

Staring at the sea - part 1 - by Sven Pertelson

Rob stared out to sea. The pieces of wood floating in on the tide might be some of the wreckage of his boat. If it stopped raining he would go down the beach and see if he could drag some in and pull them above the high tide mark. They might come in useful, if only as fuel. For now he would stay as dry as he could in the makeshift shelter of leaves and branches he had made for himself after being washed ashore after the storm. How long ago was that? Two or three days?

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 1

"Gods Little Creatures" by Llola Lane PART 1

Working at the local zoo is no picnic it is hard work. I am there early in the morning and stay til late at night. Being the reptile curator keeps me busy. The only relaxation I get is on my lunch hour, when I can work on my painting. Painting helps me to relax and the cares of the day seem to fade away. Everyone knows I paint and they usually leave me alone for an hour or so. I've made myself a nice little corner in my office to work. I am careful to clean up my paints when I am finished, so the animals are not smelling them all day. Then I take my artwork home each night to dry. The paint I use dry’s pretty fast.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Your Inspiration for October 2013

This is the picture Rhea Vintner has chosen from her
 "AUTUMN FALLS" Secondlife Artwork Exhibit in OZLAND

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Melisa - Part 4 - by lillian Morpork

The scarecrow stood in the field enjoying the golden light and cool breeze of the autumn sunset. He was tattered from the spring and summer seasons of storm, wind and hot sun. Soon, he would be taken down and stored away to await his annual renewal, next spring. Now, he was remembering.

The Mist - follows on from 'The Return' by Merthyn Vintner

I saw her often after that. She was always the same; happy and laughing when she arrived, a kiss on the cheek, then sitting before me, serious, thoughtful. And she left sad, and left me sad.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 4

Immediately her grandparents were swamped with people waving and saying hello. Barbara was flooded with people saying their names and shaking her hand. It was all a blur... until... There he was... she spotted him over in the corner standing with some men. Mike…

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Freedom by Gabrielle Wind

After that I saw one of them rush me with his sword drawn. I quickly begin to concentrate on the symbol making it glow I pull upwards drawing my own sword out of the ground just in time for me to block it.  I push him back and found my surrounded.

Melisa - Part 3- by Lillian Morpork

Melisa stood in the field drinking in the surroundings. Tomorrow, the last of the household goods would be gone, and this would no longer be home. In all of her wanderings, wherever in the world she found herself, this had been the lodestone that drew her back to Canada.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 3

This year she had picked autumn to visit her grandparents... Not too cold... not too hot... not too rainy... she hoped, fingers crossed. The sun was setting as the taxi made its way up the long driveway to the farmhouse. The corn stalks were brown and the wheat field swayed in the early evening sunset breeze. The air smelled fresh and clean. Her nose made its way to the open window of the taxi. Was she... smiling????

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner

I've waited here for days now... or is it weeks? She wasn't a dream. She's been here before, seen me, talked to me.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Autumn by Merthyn Vintner

I met you in the summer,
I wooed you in the fall;
'mongst all the women I'd ever met,
The loveliest one of all.

Palace Guard - by Gabrielle Wind

“Mother I believe I know who did it to you and all that happen in which we need to get your other half out and reunite you both. You know cause these zombies and skeleton warrior only say one person.” Mel said getting frustrated.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 2

Of course her sleeping compartment would have to be the last car on the train. If she had known she would have walked to that compartment outside the train where there was more room. It was surprising to her how no one had even bothered to offer to help her. Everyone was busy settling in with their own suitcases. Oh WHY had she not packed lighter??? It was too late now and she was finally in her compartment. "Now"... she wondered... "Who will be my roomie for this trip???"

Melisa - part 2 - Lillian Morpork

“Lisa, you’re only going to be home a week?!” Greydon’s expression was both shocked and sad. “I was hoping we could go camping and see what birds we could spot. I’ve got several unusual species to my credit, and I was hoping we’d spot more up in the old forest.” He looked so upset that Melisa felt guilty.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Melisa– part 1 - Lillian Morpork

Melisa stood in the field drinking in the beauty of the sunset. This was her last day at home; tomorrow she would leave for Toronto for university. She would come back to Rolling Meadows Farm for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she wanted to fill her lungs with the clean air of home before she had to live in the fumes and dust of s big city.

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

"Cool Autumn Breezes" by Llola Lane PART 1

It was THAT time of the year again. Time for Barbara to visit her grandparents on their farm. She hated the farm. It was dirty and smelly and she always managed to ruin at least one pair of her expensive heels SOMEWHERE on the farm.

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner

She saw the man from a distance, grey and spectral in the thickening evening mist. She paid him little attention. He was still, silent, but not threatening the way people can be when unknown and unnamed. She wandered on slowly, her mind on other things, her eyes down, the better to see the uneven ground on which she walked. The mist enfolded her as it enfolded the figure now only perhaps a hundred paces away. Her thoughts ran over the previous evening, her meeting with... she didn't even know his name. He had been gentle, funny, softly spoken but not soft, good-looking but not stunning. And he had stopped to speak with her.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen

"...I can't follow..." by Phenix Rexen

Now i do...
What i want to do...
Too much shadow...
I can't follow...

Autumnal Alliteration - Sven Pertelson

Waves weave through whitening wheat
where wind winds weary wrinkles.

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

"Sunset" by Llola Lane

Little bird nestles down on a hat of straw
Happy to rest its' weary wings
it pecks the hat and lets out a caw!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Scarecrow – Lillian Morpork

Tell me, Mr. Scarecrow, please,
Standing in the evening breeze,
Do you enjoy the swallow’s song?
What do you think of all day long?
Do you see the little mouse,
Gathering seeds to feed his spouse?

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Caesar - part 4 by Lillian Morpork

Synopsis – Pete Gates had run away from home and went to the spot he liked best for sleeping. It was dark, so it wasn’t until he was close that he saw someone was sleeping there. He tried to wake him by shaking his foot, but it was very stiff, so he used his cell phone for light. The man’s face was covered in blood. He was shocked, but recovered enough to call the police. He explained why he kept running away, and the officers said they would try to help. When the medical examiner arrived, he was told to get in the police car to be taken home.

In part two, just as Pete and Constable Higgins were going to the squad car, Pete noticed something odd and called Higgins back. They then waited for Sgt. Patterson to finish talking to the M.E. and CSI, and they drove Pete home. They sat down and talked to Pete’s parents, and he was given permission to join the nearest soccer team in the City league.

In part three, Pete goes with his Dad to the morgue and identifies the victim. He is glad he could help the police, and excited and happy to be allowed to join his friends in sports and other activities. Dan and Chuck start finding out what they about the dead man.

The story continues.

Dan and Chuck were sitting in the unmarked car, talking over the death of ‘Professor Bill’. “Are you ready for some slumming, Chuck? Dan asked with a smirk.

"The Old Woman" by Llola Lane PART 2

"The Old Woman" by Llola Lane PART 2

The slave searches his pocket for payment to the old woman. She sees something shiny on his chest. Its disk shines a bright white in the morning sun. It blinds the old woman as he moves. She MUST have it.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

"The Old Woman" by Llola Lane PART 1

"The Old Woman" by Llola Lane PART 1

Life in Rome is not easy for an old woman and it is even harder for an old woman who is alone. There will be even harder times ahead as winter approaches. The old woman knows that she must stock up on supplies before it gets so cold she won't be able to go outside. She puts on her wrap and gathers her things and heads to the Crypta of the Theatre of Pompey, near the Forum Magnum, where there are fountains and food stalls.

Caesar – part 3 – Lillian Morpork

Synopsis – Pete Gates had run away from home and went to the spot he liked best for sleeping. It was dark, so it wasn’t until he was close that he saw someone was sleeping there. He tried to wake him by shaking his foot, but it was very stiff, so he used his cell phone for light. The man’s face was covered in blood. He was shocked, but recovered enough to call the police. He explained why he kept running away, and the officers said they would try to help. When the medical examiner arrived, he was told to get in the police car to be taken home.
In part two, just as Pete and Constable Higgins were going to the squad car, Pete noticed something odd and called Higgins back. They then waited for Sgt. Patterson to finish talking to the M.E. and CSI, and they drove Pete home. They sat down and talked to Pete’s parents, and he was given permission to join the nearest soccer team in the City league.

Pete grabbed ins duffle bag and bike helmet, called out “Bye Mom, Dad, I’m off for soccer practice.” His Mom said “Oh, Petey!” there was a mumble from Dad, and then he called out “Bye, Pete, have a good practice.” He heard the muffled start of a discussion, and hurried out, shutting the door behind him.

Tidying up - Part 2 - by Sven Pertelson

Fast forward 2057 years.........

Gaius Cassivellaunus Svenius (known to most as GC) rose from his couch in the triclinium having finished his breakfast and strode through the atrium of his villa. He paused to pay obeisance to the Lares (family gods) by the vestibulum. He patted the head of the bronze figurine of the first Svenius. It was only appropriate on this most special day of the year to give the progenitor of his family some extra attention. If Svenius had not saved Gaius Julius Caesar from assassination by the vile Brutus and his evil conspirators on that long past Ides of March how different things might be today.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Caesar - part 2 - Lillian Morpork

Synopsis – Pete Gates had run away from home and went to the spot he liked best for sleeping. It was dark, so it wasn’t until he was close that he saw someone was sleeping there. He tried to wake him by shaking his foot, but it was very stiff, so he used his cell phone for light. The man’s face was covered in blood. He was shocked, but recovered enough to call the police. He explained why he kept running away, and the officers said they would try to help. When the medical examiner arrived, he was told to get in the police car to be taken home.

(The story continues)
As Pete turned to go to the squad car, he noticed something odd about the mural. Getting his cell phone out, he used it again as a flashlight, and looked. Among the odd shaped red flowers, there was one that was different, and was pointing the wrong way.

“Constable Higgins,” he called, “Would you please come and look at this?”

Tidying Up - Part 1 - by Sven Pertelson

Doctor Svenius leaned back into the seat of his top end Mercedes. This had been one of the most stressful days he could remember. He had faced difficult cases in his speciality before but never had he had to deal with an armed pregnant patient. That it had all ended peaceably and as far as he could tell happily did not relieve the stress. Before he left the car park he was going to close his eyes and relax before he faced the rush hour traffic.

"Cleo" by Llola Lane

"Cleo" by Llola Lane

There he stands so tall and grand
The greatest general in all the land.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Caesar – part 1 – Lillian Morpork

Caesar – part 1 – Lillian Morpork

Pete Gates walked quickly down the dark street, past the big mural depicting the ascent of man. He had run away from home, and was headed for his favourite sleeping place. He wore a big backpack and a bed roll on his back, and carried an insulated bag in his hand, containing enough food for a couple of days. He whistled softly as he went, looking forward to an adventure.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone - part 3 - Lillian Morpork

Rose Wallis walked out onto the deck behind the house and saw Charles sitting staring at a letter in his hand. The rest of the mail was piled on a table beside him, ignored.

“Charles, I’ve been wondering what was taking so long. The Post Office isn’t that far away! What’s in that letter that has you so stunned?”

Charles looked up, startled, and grunted. “Sorry; I received this letter and it knocked me for a loop. It’s from Jeremiah Barnaby Sutton, and it solves the headstone mystery!” He looked up at her, his face still showing his amazement.

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 3)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 3)
(Inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Leo's wife was waiting for him when he got home. She was not a happy lioness. He didn't care. Whatever the owl gave him he felt good... for now. He smiled and waited.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Mel - by Gabrielle Wind

“No,” I sigh, “I am unarmed but don't let my looks fool you,” said with a smirk. I looked down decided jump out of the tree and landed smack dead in the middle of the horde of the undead but manage to get to the outer edge of the horde.

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – part 2 - Lillian Morpork

Sgt. Major Little walked into the room where William was working. Once again, the desk was piled high with papers, files and books. “Good gravy, man, how can you accomplish anything is that mess?”

William looked up, smiling. “I keep a space clear to work at, and I know where everything is if I need to refer to it again. I’m still working on the July first ceremonies and banquet. I need to know who’s who and who not to seat together. I’m nearly done, and when the door opened and the same young lady came in. “The desk will be clear in a moment, Betty works miracles seeing to that.” He added with a smile.

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 2)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 2)
(Inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Along the way Leo met many animals. They all had respect for him but he found that they actually seemed to LIKE him. He held his head a little higher at the thought that not EVERYONE was after him. He had been in the cave way too long. He needed to get out more. He made a mental note to "get out more" and continued on his way to the oak tree. It was close. He could see the leaves of it’s' branches up ahead. He stepped up his pace, walking a little taller.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

"PattyCake" by Teri Meridian

"PattyCake" by Teri Meridian
inspired by "Ed is Dead" by Van Caerndow

"Hey, Patty! Nice day to die, right amigo?"

I hated it when they called me that. My name wasn't Patrick and I wasn't of Irish descent. I was a native New Yorker, with a mother from Paris and a father from London. "Patty" was really just half of their name for me -- "Cow Patty" -- since in their eyes I was little more than cattle dung. Or, at the very least, it was what they thought of the cheap tin badge that read "United States Marshal" pinned to my coat. You would have thought that Uncle Sam could have at least made it out of silver or gold. If a man was going to put his life on the line for something then make its symbol worth a few dollars.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 1)

"Leo the Lion" by Llola Lane (part 1)
(inspiration... la forza 11 oil on panel (THE STRENGTH)c by Alba2 Rossini)

Once upon a time there was a great lion King named Leo. He lived in a cave on a high mountain with his wife and 2 sons. He was king of the forest and other animals bowed down to him.... mostly. Every now and then he had to put some animal in it's place, and there were many lions that did not want him to be king. Mostly his brothers, but other lions too. They were constantly questioning his authority and challenging him. It was hard work being a king.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – Lillian Morpork

The Case of the Mysterious Headstone – Lillian Morpork
(inspiration) Lost Leaf by Mathilde Vhargon

Regimental Sergeant Major Cameron Little (ret.) stood, hands on hips, looking down at the cluttered desk. It was covered with stacks of file folders, books and papers, and volunteer William Mayfair, in the chair behind the desk, was almost hidden.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Mandolin – part two – Lillian Morpork

The Mandolin – part two – Lillian Morpork

Barniel paced up and down the corridor, fretting about his appearance before King Urnath to be judged for the position of Court Bard. He would be the highest Bard, head of all bards, minstrels and troubadours in the kingdom, and young for such a high post. As he paced, his mind went back to that night ten years ago, after one of the final battles in the war of succession. That night, a worried fourteen year old trying to help his Mother tend and feed the family, he had met, blessed and buried the former Court Bard. As the Bard lay dying, he had promised to care for Perciander’s Mandolin, and keep his memory and music alive. This was the biggest step toward that goal.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Your Inspiration for July 2013 - Our third anniversary of OZLAND Picture Stories

Please use any of the pictures that have inspired us over the last three years. If you have a new twist on an old story or just wish you had written about one of the earlier pictures then this is your chance. Please mention when submitting which picture is your inspiration so we can show it with your story.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Mandolin - part 1 – Lillian Morpork

Barniel stood looking over the battlefield, mourning the dead, and also mourning the ruined crops. Since King Ulric died, his brother Earl Estonum had been trying to usurp the throne. The rightful heir Duke Urnath had gathered loyal forces to stop him. The battles had gone on all through the growing season. Shaking his head, Barniel turned his attention to the dead horse nearby, preparing to skin and butcher it. The meat would feed the family for some time, and his mother could use the skin for clothing.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

"The Kiss" part 2 by Teri Meridian (for part 1 see July 2012)

"The Kiss" part 2 by Teri Meridian (for part 1 see July 2012)

Gale stood there, frozen, unable to raise her hand and knock. The sound of laughter from behind the door and the knowledge that her lover was not alone was a situation that she had not prepared herself to face. The desk clerk's words echoed in her mind, "Going up to join them?" as the realisation struck her like hammer; whether she went in or just slipped down the back stairs and into the street, it would be whispered and assumed that she had participated in a lesbian orgy. Her future, her reputation, and her self-respect, was irrevocably shattered. Heartbroken, confused, and feeling very alone, she sank to the floor and began to sob.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Big Puzzle – part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Richard and Mary sat looking at the big screen of the electron microscope. No matter how they tried, they could not make a coherent object from the several clumps of brown and blue pieces. The brown cone shape was in the middle of the screen, and they were studying it closely.

"The Beginning of the Undead" by Gabrielle Wind

"The Beginning of the Undead" by Gabrielle Wind

“Do you think it was a spell that was place on her?” Ken ask looking a bit worry.

“Yeah I believe so I think.  If I correct I think I know someone who can speak the language.” I said with a gentle smile.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

How The Cat Stole V-Day!

How The Cat Stole V-Day!
By Dr. T. SeussKitten

Every Munchkin in Ozland liked V-Day a lot...
But the Cat, who lurked in Ozland, Did NOT!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Ozland Zombie Apocalypse Plan by Teri Meridian

The Ozland Zombie Apocalypse Plan by Teri Meridian

1. Introduction
Ozland, one of the premier residential communities in Second Life, has been sadly negligent in its planning for major events. As of this date, there are no prepared plans for Zombie Apocalypses, Impacts from SimKiller Asteroids, or Invasions by Hostile Space Aliens (Note: X Minus 1 episodes do not count as Alien Invasion Instructions or Plans). This document is the first in a serious of community plans and is intended to provide residents with useful, timely, and important information on how to deal with impending doom, fashion disasters, and other significant events. Please study it carefully and be prepared to contribute to the defense of Ozland. Queen Llola needs YOU!

The Big Puzzle - by Lillian Morpork

Richard sighed and straightened in frustration. Looking up, he asked “does anyone have any idea just what this is supposed to be? Prof. Timmons gave it to me to assemble, and I can’t make head or tail of it.”

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

"Generations" Part 1 by Llola Lane

"Generations" Part 1 by Llola Lane

Nimble fingers worked the stitches. Her fingers ached but she had promised to have the rug completed by the wedding date. The artist had been stern about the quality. Like she made junk? Her workmanship was the best in all of Switzerland. THAT is why he had come to her in the first place. Did he think she was NOT going to do her best?

Who is she? - Part 3 - by Lillian Morpork

Kathy Bates stood in the doorway, watching as the nurses finished attending Jane Doe. Who would have thought two words would cause such a strong reaction? Jen had no idea, when she walked into the lounge last week at the start of her shift, and said it was a hot afternoon. To everyone’s shock, Jane Doe had sat up straight in her chair, grabbed the front of Annie’s tunic, and started talking.

Hot Afternoon - part 2 - by Sven Pertelson

Vasili offered his condolences to Takis on the loss of his girlfriend. Takis shrugged, "Really, ex-girlfriend, would be a better description. I only went to her apartment to drop off her key. We broke up over the phone while I was away. She did not take my good news at all well." Takis explained that during his visit to New York, for a master-class held by a famous chef, he had been offered a job ,at that same chef's prestigious restaurant, in England. The offer had been based on the strength of some of the recipe ideas Takis had produced during the master-class.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Your Inspiration for June 2013

Hot Afternoon - by Moe Sandalwood

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Who is She? – part 2 – Lillian Morpork

The man stood, shoulders drooping, leaning against the window frame, staring out into the garden. He was six feet tall, well built, and handsome, with dark slightly wavy hair and dark eyes. He wore sorrow like a cloak as he watched the two children sitting under the tree, the four year old boy holding the two year old girl comfortingly. The man sighed; this was not the way they should be acting. They should be running and playing. There was a ball nearby, and a doll in a pram. And watching them anxiously, poking his nose at the ball, an Irish Setter, red coat gleaming in the sun, waiting for his pals to play with him.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

"Generations" Part 2 by Llola Lane

"Generations" Part 2 by Llola Lane

"Excuse me... Is this for sale," A young man inquired?

Celia looked at him, and then at the rug he was pointing at. She remembered when Uncle Moe gave it to her. That was the happiest day of her life... her wedding day. Who would have thought that she'd be a widow at such a young age? The rug was the last of her wedding day memories that she had held on to. She hated the thought of having to sell it.

Exchange by Teri Meridian

Exchange by Teri Meridian

Tiana moaned softly and clutched her head, desperately trying to squeeze out the throbbing pain behind her eyes. Though faeries were not supposed to get headaches and other such common ailments, she had somehow done something to bring on this misery. Closing her eyes, she clenched her jaw and tensed as another bolt of pain shot through her head.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

"Generations" Part 3 by Llola Lane

"Generations" Part 3 by Llola Lane

Mike and Frank were excited. They had never been to this part of the country before. Their job had taken them too many places but this area was all new to them. FRESH homesteads... Ripe for the pickin'... WHAT could be better?

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Who is She? part 1 - Lillian Morpork

Who is She? part 1 - Lillian Morpork

Kathy Bates stood in the doorway, surveying the room. Normally, the residents of Limberlost Lodge would be outside, enjoying the gardens. But because it was such a hot day, they were inside, where it was cooler. Some were reading, some writing, others playing various games, or just talking in small groups. All, that is, except for Jane Doe. She sat, as she had since first she was brought in; body limp in the armchair, head resting on the back, turned slightly toward the window, arms resting on the chair arms, face and eyes completely blank.

"Ignition" by Teri Meridian

"Ignition" by Teri Meridian

Rumour had it that one only ever entered a dragon's lair uninvited once in one's lifetime -- the unsaid conclusion being that one never lived long enough to leave and re-enter. While some dragons chose to live in the woodlands or on mountain tops, the oldest and most powerful dragons inhabited the bones of the earth, deep in rocky caves. It was such a dragon that Nyx had sought out. An older and more powerful beast that would give her the best chance of fae immortality. Standing in the shadow of the cliff, staring into the blackness of the cavern, Nyx felt her knees tremble and almost buckle. She knew her courage would fail if she stood here much longer, so taking a deep breath, she began to walk forwards into the darkness.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Homecoming - by Lillian Morpork

The figure squatted at the edge of the green growth, his green coat blending with his surroundings. His bulging eyes swivelled as he studied the scene, his mind going back to his early youth.

Hot Afternoon - Part 1 by Sven Pertelson

The cool marble floors and minimalist furnishing of the apartment contrasted with the profusion of colourful planted tubs baking in the mediterranean heat of the balcony. The fine slatted blinds at the window kept out worst of the reflected afternoon sunlight and only partially illuminated the dead body lying on the crazed stone.

"Generations" Part 4 by Llola Lane

"Generations" Part 4 by Llola Lane

Amy and Trevor stood looking at the wall. Amy was in awe as she stared at the hanging rug. Something about it made her not want to look away. Maybe it was the fine stitching or the fact that it was over 100 years old. It sure looked good for 100 years. There were a few tattered parts here and there but the color was as bright as the day it was made. Craftsmen made things better back in those days. And it looked like someone took great care of this rug.

"Metamorphosis" by Teri Meridian

"Metamorphosis" by Teri Meridian

Nyx Aurelia was a common brown wood sprite -- a species of lesser fae found in the boreal forests of eastern North America and northern Europe. As far as sprites went, she was unremarkable, being of average height, around 18 inches tall in her best boots, and pleasantly attractive, at least by wood sprite standards, with a small rounded face, thin lips, a pert upthrust nose, and long auburn hair. As she stared at herself in the still water of her reflecting pool, she smiled softly, knowing that today was going to be the end. One way or another, she would cease to exist by the time the sun set and twilight covered the forest.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Your Inspiration for May 2013

Nabian Nexus - part 3 - by Sven Pertelson

“Ding, Dong! Welcome lady and gentleman to Nabia. The local time is 13:05 hrs and the external temperature is stifling. Please remain seated with your seat belts fastened until the engines have stopped. Take care when opening the overheads and remember to take all your hand luggage with you. Oh, by the way, it's a really long walk to the terminal.” Stefan's smile vanished as the computer's hated voice made yet another fatuous announcement.

The Purple Particles – part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Melisa stood looking out the window, and chuckled. “Lisa, what’s so funny?” a voice asked behind her. Turning her head, she beckoned to Tabitha and Vanessa, “Come and see,” she laughed. “I see our most recent replacements!”

Fragile - Part 4 - by Raphaela Palmer

Radqua checked her patient's pulse and respiratory rate; both were within the normal range and she was in the act of noting them on her patient's chart when Cleatha walked in, looking rather agitated “What's the matter Cleatha, it's not like you to get flustered? High Elder P'lo sent me to ask you to join the meeting. Radqua frowned, “I can't leave her alone Cleatha, even though her vitals are good imagine if she woke up and there was no-one there? “I can stay and keep and eye on her if you think she should not be left alone? “Please do. I've checked her vitals, and I think they all within the normal range but please keep an eye on her temperature for me, she was very cold when we brought her in and it looked like she had been lying on the forest floor overnight.“ “How badly injured is she? “Surprisingly she doesn't seem to be badly hurt. There's a lot of bruising and she has a large bump on her head but other than that she seems to be al-right She'll probably wake up in a few hours, but she ought not be left alone in the meantime. With that Radqua pulled her cloak from it's peg wrapped it around her and swiftly left the building.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Purple Particles – Lillian Morpork

The Purple Particles – Lillian Morpork

Melisa, Tabitha and Vanessa peeked around the corner, stifling giggles. Miss Gibson and Mr. Martin were walking to class, and just about to enter the ‘zone’. The three girls had set up a bucket of ice water, balanced carefully on a tree branch. When the two teachers took the next step, they would trip the wire, and the water would cascade down, drenching them. And it happened! Just as they had planned; and the reaction was priceless! Hands over mouths to keep the giggles in, the three turned and ran off, into the trees, where they collapsed in laughter.

Nabian Nexus - Part 2 - Sven Pertelson

Stefan and Stella pulled their seat harnesses tight as Alex closed the two of them into the lander module. Despite all the advances in faster than light space travel the only way of landing on and taking off from a planet had not changed in its essentials from the days of the first single stage to orbit flight of the VentureStar. In fact getting out of orbit was much the same as in the days of the Space Shuttle, a small amount of braking from the de-orbiting thrusters, surfing through the atmosphere like a meteor and then sharp gliding turns to drop to a sedate sub-sonic velocity before landing. At least with this lander they had they did have engines to enable them to pick a landing spot.

"The Dating Game" by Llola Lane

"The Dating Game" by Llola Lane

"Pick me!"

"No... Pick me!"

"I hope he picks me!"

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

"What Am I?" by Llola Lane

"What Am I?" by Llola Lane

Ever since I can remember I've been growing. My first memories of the garden make me smile. My brothers and sisters stand next to me and they touch me. As I grow... they grow. We get bigger with each passing day. But... What Am I???

Nabian Nexus - Part 1 - by Sven Pertelson.

"Captain to the bridge, imminent orbital insertion manoeuvre." the irritatingly urbane synthesised computer voice sounded throughout the ship. Stefan Engstrom hated that voice with a passion. The very next time that he managed to get the SS Ptolemy into a decent space dock that would be the first thing on his list of repairs. At the door to the bridge the same voice announced, "Attention! Captain on the bridge." The sole occupant of the bridge remained seated and looked over her shoulder, sighed and turned back to the control panel.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Many Shades of Purple by Lillian Morpork

Many Shades of Purple by Lillian Morpork

A spread of purple heather across a Scottish brae,
Violets peeping shyly along a forest way;

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Legacy - Lillian Morpork

The Legacy - Lillian Morpork

Katy really hated going to Great Aunt Agatha’s. It used to be fun when Great Uncle Bertie was alive, full of light and colour. The gardens were masses of colour, there were forget-me-nots over half the front lawn, and morning glories growing along the fences in white, pink, purple and blue. Then, ten years ago, Uncle Bertie died, and everything changed.

"The Perfect Rose" by Llola Lane

"The Perfect Rose" by Llola Lane

Red, Purple, White, Yellow or Blue,
roses are beautiful no matter what hue.
Standing tall in the garden so grand,
they commands attention, and are anything but bland.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

"Snakes" by Keisha Thorne (edited by Teri)

"Snakes" by Keisha Thorne (edited by Teri)

She walked quietly through the woods, trying to get away from what she had seen. Each careful and precise step was an effort as her mind screamed "RUN," over and over, desperately trying to persuade her to flee to safety. But her reason knew better and remained in control, knowing that running would only give her location away and bring it straight to her. A quiet, patient, stealthy walk was the only way she would be able to escape.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Your Inspiration for April 2013

The Bad Girl's Dream

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 3

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 3

At the end of summer Robert was watching the news on TV, comfortable in his chair. Anne and Sarah were cooking in the kitchen. Robert sat up. He smelled smoke. What were the girls cooking? He chuckled to himself. It wasn't the first time Anne had burned something. He was about to stand up when Sarah ran into the room screaming at the top of her lungs..."The forest is on fire!"

Tree of Life - Flextoo - by Lillian Morpork

Once again it was a holiday for the children, and the family were gathered around the fireplace. The only light in the room came from the fire, and the big Holiday tree in front of the large window. The children were on the floor with books, though none were reading. Mother, Father, Grandfather and Great Granda sat in silence, contemplating the tree, and the Tree of Life that it represented.

"Dream Girl" by Teri

"Dream Girl" by Teri

The blade was a number 6, made from surgical stainless steel, sterilised with Gamma radiation and set in a Swann-Morton handle. She thought it would be shinier, not so dull and matte. It didn't catch the light and sparkle or glisten. It felt surprisingly light in her hand and seemed more like a child's toy than a bonafide medical instrument. But, details aside, it was what she had available as the means to her awakening. The keepers-in-white did not know she had kept it safe, hidden inside a box of maxi-pads where they neglected to search.

Dream - Part 2 - by Sven Pertelson

I had been lured into a sham garden and no had no way of returning home....

Time to be logical. As far as I could tell this was not a dream. What resources had I got? Not a long list. Dressing gown, dressing gown belt, some blue fluff in left dressing gown pocket, in the right pocket an envelope, probably a bill, I had picked up from the door mat as I came downstairs. If only I had paid more attention to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy I would have had my towel with me.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 2

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 2

The ride home was anything but quiet. Talk of the tree house filled the car. Sarah was excited. Anne was excited. HE was excited. This was a great family project. With all of them working on it, NOTHING could go wrong.

Tree of Life - Greenleafs - by Lillian Morpork

It was summer holiday time for the children, and the whole family was gathered in the solarium. Since they didn’t have to be up early for school, the children were allowed to stay up late. They were all laying on an opened out double sleeping bag, so they could look at the stars easily. All the adults were seated in recliners, relaxed and at ease, drinks at hand, and Great Granda Rob was puffing contentedly on his pipe.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

*** A Delicate Blossom *** by Teri

*** A Delicate Blossom *** by Teri

She found the letter in her mailbox at work, late on a Friday afternoon. It had been hand-delivered and placed there sometime during her lunch break. The floral envelope and matching paper, made from heavy cream vellum, was infused the delicate scent of lavender and lilac. The note was hand-written with a flowing cursive script and deep blue India ink, obviously using a fountain pen, probably a Waterman. Of course it was unsigned, but then, after being the most intimate of friends for over half of their lives, they could recognise each other’s hand writing with only a glance. The envelope, sealed with red wax, bore only her first initial, “K.”

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

"Tree of Life - Binh" by Lillian Morpork

"Tree of Life - Binh" by Lillian Morpork

Robert Clarke tamped the tobacco down in his pipe as his eyes roved over the children. Johnny was staring disconsolately out the window at the rain. It was coming down in sheets, as it had been doing for the past three days. The other children were on the floor desultorily colouring, putting puzzles together or reading. Susie had been staring at the same page for five minutes.

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 1

"A Child's Dream" by Llola Lane PART 1

"Daddy??? Build me a tree house... Pleeeeeeeeease."

Little Sarah pleaded with her father. She had been bugging him for months. It was spring now and he couldn't keep saying wait until winter is over. Robert was out of excuses. Slowly he nodded to his little girl. A big smile was on her face.

"The Reason" by Gabrielle Wind

"The Reason" by Gabrielle Wind

“Nah it not as bad as it look really.” I said grabbing the stuff out of his hands. I begin to take the cloth and begin to clean my wound as Ken sat there and watch.

Dream – Part 1– by Sven Pertelson

I am sure you all have had dreams where the house you live in or some other familiar place has undergone some subtle change. A new door or window where there was never one before, even a staircase to a floor you had not noticed before. Sometimes the same dream comes again and again. so much so that in the morning you have to go and check that it was a dream.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Tree of Life - by Lillian Morpork

There is a tree, a very special tree that permeates the Universe. No wandering astronaut would see it, but it is there. It appears as a giant tree on planets, its branches spreading over acres of land, and from it life comes. No intelligent being ever sees it, but where it is, life is lush. This tree, in its many guises, produces, nourishes and protects life.

"The Tree of Life" by Llola Lane

"The Tree of Life" by Llola Lane

The tree of life ever standing, ever growing
bends its branches with every showing.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Your Inspiration for March 2013

Rats versus Cats by Elbow Muggins

Felicity - Part 4 - by Lillian Morpork

Peter shook his shoulders and took a deep breath. He would learn to use this marvelous machine, and go back and find Hannah. Could he bring back more humans? Set up a village for them here on this side of the river, away from the villages of the cats? But how would the cats feel, after being virtual owners for so many centuries? Better go and have a long talk with the three old Robots, Robosam, Esau and Ebenezer about the idea.

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 3

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 3

MD, GROUCHY, SNIFFLY, CHIPPER, TIMID, LOONY and NOD sprang from the bushes yelling a great battle cry. This threw the dogs off guard and the cats too. Just WHO were the rats going to fight?

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Fairplay - By Teri Meridian

Richard shifted his weight uneasily from one paw to the other, the coarse rope chaffing his neck as he did so. The hang-cat was out of sight behind him and didn't obstruct his view of the castle's inhabitants, all gathered in the courtyard to watch the execution of the highway rats. The minute hand on the clock tower crept agonizingly slowly towards 12 and the hour of his demise. The waiting was pure misery as he stood on the trap door waiting to fall the few feet it would take to snap his neck and end his life, as well as that of his siblings and cousins.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Felicity - Part 3 - by Lillian Morpork

Peter woke to the feel of a warm breeze brushing across his face, filled with the odors of growing things. For a moment, he frowned, wondering, but then he remembered. He was home again, at the family estate. He opened his eyes and looked around. This was the master bedroom. It had been his, before the world war, and before that, generations ago, it had been Percival Cedric’s. Taking a deep breath of the clean, clear air, he sat up and looked around. I was incredible; after all those years, it was exactly as he remembered it. Slowly, he tossed back the covers and stood up.

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 2

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 2

"I saw something under that thar bridge" squawked Peeper to the General. "I am doing my job. I told you I would."

"What was it," asked the General?

"I didn't get a good look. I wanted to tell you first. Shall I go look," asked Peeper?

"Well of course ya dang bird," bellowed the General. "That's what I'm paying you for!"

Peeper swooped down to get a closer look under the bridge... But nothing was there!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 1

"The Seven Rats" by Llola Lane PART 1

The old rat's walking stick shook as he placed it down into the sand of the dried up riverbed. MD was tired and he could barely stand up, but he couldn't show the others he was weak. It felt good to stop and rest. He crossed his hand comfortably on top of the stick. He didn't want the boys to see just how old he really was. A few more minutes and the dog driven coach would be across the bridge. They were safe under it as long as everyone kept quiet.

Felicity – part 2 – Lillian Morpork

Esau and Robosam walked across the lawn, Esau looking toward the figures as they approached. ‘Levi! What was old Levi doing here?’ he wondered. Levi, Menshem and Imiah were all very ancient robots, from the early days of the world wide war. They spent their time in a little cottage some distance from the big house. There, they built and repaired the new style robos, the ones they called Androids. While the three ancient robots were humanlike, they were metallic. The Androids could have passed as human, if any had been around.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

The Struggle - by Sven Pertelson

“Fie on thee, for a loquacious, sesquipedalian, katagelophobic rapscallion!”, blustered the King Rat to the tightly bound cat. “Hast thou not a solitary syllable in thy lingual organ?”. The cat made no sound and only twitched the tip of its tail.

Felicity - Part 1 by Lillian Morpork

Old Esau settled down, relaxed, and looked at the young faces surrounding him. It was Story Time for them. For an older group, it would be an Ancient History lesson, but the little ones were more attentive if it took the form of a story. He smiled as he looked around, proud of what he had been able to accomplish over the years. His great, great, many greats grandfather had begun the process, and now with his work, it was done. They were now the dominant species on Earth.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Your Inspiration for February 2013

Lost Leaf 3 by Mathilde Vhargon

Time Moves On - part 4 - Lilian Morpork

The usual small group had gathered in P. C.’s study, avid to hear of the latest time travel adventure. Jimbo had given some interesting hints, but no one knew if they had succeeded in their quest to meet King Arthur. P. C. closed the door, and took his seat.

"Time Enough at Last" PART 4 by Llola Lane

"Time Enough at Last" PART 4 by Llola Lane

I look around and see a police car up the road. With luck there will be a gun in the car and then I can end this agony. No Reader... No People... No Nothing... I can't live forever like this. The car does have a gun. I pick it up and sit on the ground crying. I put the gun to my head, my hand on the trigger...

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

imperial army part one - by Gabrielle Wind

“So are you ready to patrol Luna?” I asked her as I check to see if everything is set. Then I grab two pair of sun glasses I put mine on and handed the other set to Luna. I watch her put them on and we headed out the door.

It was a sunny day out side and then so the sun glasses were a perfect touch.

"Time Enough at Last" PART 3 by Llola Lane

"Time Enough at Last" PART 3 by Llola Lane

Suddenly... the vault shakes... I hear a loud noise and things are falling off the shelves. Something hits me on the head and the room goes black.

Time Moves On - part 3 - Lillian Morpork

Much to P.C.s dismay, they appeared in the middle of a road, this one in good repair, obviously built by the Romans. With a quick look around, he sighed in relief. Except for a distant figure working in a field there was no one in sight. And he would not have seen them, as his back was turned as he bent over his task.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Curse - by Gabrielle Wind

“Now that for trying to kill me.” I said walking over to the cab and get in. We headed to the air port. I sat there looking out the window and sigh. When we got to the air port. I got out the car and paid the cab driver. I went up to the counter and show them my military badge and she gave me the ticket and I headed to the shuttle. I look over my shoulder and notice the dark elf that I had a run in with. I glare at the dark elf and I notice it was a female. I shook my head and went through the security and head to the shuttle. Once I got I looked out side the air port window and notice the moon was big and orange. I swallow hard but I got the answer to what I was seeking. I sat down in my seat and looked the shuttle window as we took off into space. I watch the planet grew smaller till it was no longer visible.

Time Moves On by Lillian Morpork – part 2

“Uncle Peesee, are you going away again?” Betsy stood in the hall looking into P. C.s bedroom, where he was sorting clothing.

“Yes, Betsy, I’m going on another trip, with Uncle James. We won’t be gone long, just about a week.” P. C. stopped and looked at her.

"Time Enough at Last" PART 2 by Llola Lane

"Time Enough at Last" PART 2 by Llola Lane

I slept that night... on the couch. "I still have my reader... I can finish David Copperfield tomorrow," I think, as I fall off to sleep.

Lost! - by Sven Pertelson

How could I have been so careless? How could I have used something so precious as a bookmark? I remembered it five years ago and I am still searching for it. It must be fifteen or more years since I have seen it. I’m not even sure what sort of book it was I used it in. Factual, fiction, poetry, art?

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Time Moves On by Lillian Morpork – part 1 - A continuation

“Uncle Peesee,” P.C. looked up from his desk at the soft voice and turned; in the doorway stood Betsy, Mrs. Kennedy’s ten year old granddaughter. She looked very solemn, and worried.

“Yes, Betsy, what is it?”

“Um…the teacher sent a note home today. Grandmama read it and said I should show it to you.” She held out an envelope. “I said something I shouldn’t have, and teacher got mad.” Betsy’s voice said she knew how wrong she had been, and was worried about how he would take it.

"Time Enough at Last" PART 1 by Llola Lane

"Time Enough at Last" PART 1 by Llola Lane

I love to read. Reading is my passion. I read morning, noon, and night. I can't get enough reading. With the internet it is so easy. I just search for something and I can read it on my e-book reader.

Home from Home - by Sven Pertelson

A fresh autumn breeze blows dancing leaves around my feet as I reach for the door handle of my local library. I am greeted with a cheery wave from Joan, one of the librarians, sorting tickets at the main desk. They all know me here. This is my home from home.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Inspiration for January 2013

Your inspiration for January 2013 is any of the featured art that we used as a basis for stories in 2012. You can just re-read your favourite story from last year or add a sequel or prequel or just write another un-related story. It is up to you.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Fight - by Gabrielle Wind

" Watch out where you are going you puny little creature." Said the creature.

I turned to look at who said that and I notice that it was a reptile type creature that ran me over.

Moments in Time - Part 5 - by Lillian Morpork

“mph!” P.C. staggered and grabbed at something for support. His hand struck a hard, rough surface, and he opened his eyes to see a tree trunk only a few inches from his nose. “Boy, that was close,” he mumbled. He stepped back, and heard a stifled gasp behind him. Turning, he saw a young man, dressed as he was, in green Game Keeper’s garb. The youth’s was dirty and tattered. He was dirty, his straw coloured hair matted with dirt, grease and bits of twig and dry grass. He stood staring, wide eyed and mouth agape.

The Picnic Basket Heist. - Alternative View

Based on the picture 'All Aboard for Kew Gardens' August 2012 - Another view of the story 'The Picnic Basket Heist'

Horace helped his mother to pack the picnic basket while his younger brother and two little sisters ran round the back yard. Summer holidays were always a trying time for Mother, keeping the little ones occupied. He was glad he had suggested that they take a day trip and the weather looked perfect outside. His uncle had let him have a day of mid week and told him with a smile that he was sure the terrazzo business would not go to pot without his help, at least for one day.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Fragile part 3 - by Raphela Palmer

Inspired by 'Fragile' September 2012

Radqua shifted her pack into a better postion and moved back alongside the stretcher to check on her patient. “How is she Radqua? “Still unconcious I'm afraid Tor'm”. Tor'm nodded, grunted and shifted slightly to better keep his grip on the back of the stretcher. Raneld had insisted on being at the front of the stretcher in order to direct them, and in truth it made sense, as Tor'm had not been into that part of the forest before. Raneld paused, the wind had got steadily stronger and stronger as the sky grew darker. “I think there's a storm coming. “Well let's hope it holds off until we get back to the village. Although we will likely have our own personal storm to deal with once we return and the Elders realise we have brought in an outsider. “Butl they can't refuse to help her surely? The rules don't say people can't enter just that they can't leave. “Radqua, the council make the decisions yes but final say on everything here is done via the High Elder and if he says no, then it won't matter what the rules say; you know this. Radqua nodded sadly and stared at the stricken form of her patient worridly.

Moments in Time - part 4 - Lillian Morpork

London England, September 15th, 1905, Same location.

“Well, P.C., here we all are again. What are your big plans this time? Something a bit more exciting than last, I do hope!” G.P. laughed.

"Orange Moon" by Llola Lane

"Orange Moon" by Llola Lane

Inspired by "Moonrise" by Faith Maxwell (April 2012)

The orange moon rises high in the sky. In the vastness of a universe that never ends it shares it's space with stars, giant planets, sister moons and other celestial bodies. There is much to see and the moon is just a tiny fragment in the heavens that are full of color and wonder at every turn.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Moments in Time - part 3 - Lillian Morpork

June 3, 1917 on a country road outside London.

“What the?!” Corporal Smith’s arms jerked in shock and the car swerved. He quickly brought it under control, as he heard shocked shouts from the Sergeant and Captain in the back seat. “He’s gone, sir!” Corporal Smith exclaimed. “How did he manage that? Where’d he go?”

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Past by Gabrielle Wind

The Past by Gabrielle Wind

I walk up to the door and turn the handle and walk in and begin to room and I begin to pick up a faint cry. I ran around and find a small child laying on the floor bleeding. I quickly kneel down to him and take a look into my fist aid pouch and sigh seeing the was nothing to help stop the bleeding I look around the office sneaking into the cubical. I manage to spot a dead body on the floor. It was a man, he look like he caught the broad end of an explosion. I looked on his person and took the remaining shirt and the tie and headed back to the boy. I stop hearing something towards me but couldn’t see it then the moment I turned around I felt something grab a hold of me and then all I heard was a loud laughter follow by an explosion. At that moment everything that lead up to this moment flashed in front of my eyes.

Moments in Time - part 2 - by Lillian Morpork

P.C. stepped into the middle of the road, and looked around. He noticed that London seemed closer than it had been. Suddenly, he heard a lot of shouting, and horns honking. He turned his head and saw a car bearing down on him, one man in the front and one in the back standing, shaking their fist and yelling. He had no time to try to figure out what they were shouting; they were too close. He dropped his bicycle and dove for the ditch.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Moments in Time - part 1 - by Lillian Morpork

Percival Cedric Pierce-MacDonald stood hunched over his workbench, making the last, minute adjustments to the object sitting there. It was an odd gizmo, about the size of a young child’s shoe, and just over one inch thick. He made the last adjustment and put down the tool, straightened and stretched, easing the ache in his back.