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, January 8, 2014

"My Name Is…" Part 1 – Lillian Morpork

"My Name Is…" Part 1 – Lillian Morpork

There was a stirring behind the pile of books on the library table, and slowly a well-dressed cat appeared. His head turned as he looked around looking for the source of the enticing aroma that had disturbed him. It had come on an almost imperceptible breeze; and the odor of a combination of Lily of the Valley and Viburnum teased his nose. Then he saw her. She was tall, slender, and shapely, with hair the shade of honey butter and periwinkle blue eyes, and he was smitten.

He straightened, drew his sword, and pointed at her. “My name is Inigo Montoya, and you are the dream of my life!” he exclaimed.

She turned her head and looked at him, smiled, and winked roguishly. “My, what a charming cat you are,” she crooned in a sultry voice. “Perhaps we should find a book that we can read together. One never knows what one can learn, reading a book with the right partner.” She winked, and moved off, hips saying seductively.

Inigo closed the book he had been studying, added it to the pile in front of him and jumped from the table. He strutted after her, soon catching up. He reached a paw up and touched her hand.

“Sweet puss,” she whispered, “I shall call you my Puss in Boots!”

“Beauteous lady, you may call me whatever you wish. I shall call you my Bella Donna, the woman of my dreams. Your wish is my command. However, I am on a quest, and I may have to leave you, forgo the pleasure of your company, if I find the dastardly, villainous wizard who did this to me!”

“Ah, Puss, you have been enchanted? How dreadful! I will stay with you while you hunt. I have books in my home that may help. They are the books that belonged to my grandmother, the witch Matilda. She was very powerful, and broke many an enchantment and freed several grateful people. Come, let us go there now.” She took his paw in her hand and led him away. As they went, he began to wonder if she was a witch, she was so very enchanting. He sighed. Being enchanted by his Bella Donna would be a great pleasure.

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