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, September 17, 2014

Dark Shadows The Umbrella Killer...Twisted Paths - by Destiny

Late afternoon was approaching and being early in the fall the days drew colder as the sun was ready to set. Lilian lay helpless on the float for what seemed like days with each attempt making contact with the detective failing. Was he hearing Lilian at all was a question weighing heavily on her mind. The woods so dense it was hard to tell where one's voice was coming from or how far it would travel.
Lilian was thankful with the days of summer ending because she had on her dress as it was keeping her warmer than if she was dressed for summer. Her dress was wet from the water surrounding her and by the violence of the attack she had experienced from whatever had grabbed her. The sounds around the house and threw the forest were haunting even though Lilian was not scared easily and knew it must be from the forest animals she was filled with fear. A fear so intense that what was about to happen would be something almost too hard to bear.

From the corner of her eye she saw a shadow from the window above that she had stood at hours ago. She felt drawn to the shadow and the longer she stared at it the clearer it became. She now realized it was the little girl and started to relax. Suddenly from out of the woods ran a deer and its babies loud enough to draw Lilian's attention. She looked quickly in the direction of the deer and saw a bench that she hadn't noticed earlier set against the backdrop of large trees, wild flowers and open sky. From above the voice began to speak. At first the voice wasnt easily understood but as she listened it became more clear. It was the voice of her mother but the body of the little girl and this puzzled Lilian. She felt scared but was surrounded with a sense of comfort her never felt before.

The shadow now had floated down and lay beside her wrapping her in what felt like motherly love. The child softly whispered in her ear something that was unable too be heard by anyone except the two sharing the moment. As quickly as the child came it once again vanished and left Lilian in wonder of what had just happened. All she was sure of was the words that she heard were very real. In a trance like state she lay day dreaming till she caught a glimpse of flashing red and blue lights coming from the front of the house and a quiet sound of a motor running. Her fear left her and she knew herself and the detective were now saved.

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