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, June 11, 2014

Stately Pleasure Dome – Walking Home by SkyBlue Earthboy

Stately Pleasure Dome – Walking Home by SkyBlue Earthboy

As he walked up the drive back to the house he could feel the sand and mud caked on his trousers from where he'd been digging for treasure. Bushes and trees along the way started flashing bright rainbow colours of piercing, glowing light from the raindrops hanging on their leaves. Birds, noticing the special occasion, sang more melodically. The blackbird was inspired to start a new song. Flowering shrubs on either side seemed to flower more intensely.

What was the cause of all this commotion? It was the crystals in his pockets bumping against each other and generating rainbows as he walked home. The hidden treasure of mother earth that he'd been digging for.
The house, sensing the vibrations of crystal rainbows, started to smile. It started doing other things too. Building up the fire. Running a hot bath and heating the oven for fresh bread. It even thought about where they might live next with the wealth of the rainbow crystals coming home in his pockets. Where might that be?

A house can be a house,
And that is a poor thing.
A house can be a home
And that resides at no fixed location or address.
A home resides in the heart
And this...
This was a home.

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