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, October 1, 2014

"Average" by Llola Lane

"Average" by Llola Lane

Sarah is average. She can't complain... Average is ok... Right??? She is of average build, of average height. Her features are average... Average nose.... Average mouth with lips painted crimson red... Her eyes are dark... Nothing really stands out on her exept for the clothes she wears. She always wears the best. Sometimes she had on pants... sometimes a dress... sometimes even, on special occasions, she wears a gown.

She is lucky. She has everything she needs, someone to do her makeup, another to dress her in pretty clothes, even a hair dresser. She has people all around her fixing and fussing over her til she is just right. Her hair changes often but she likes her white hair with bangs the best. It hides her eyes so people can not see her cry. She should be happy... right??? But she isn't. She knows she should be greatful for her life but she is sad.

People walk by her and stare. She can hear them whisper. What are they saying? They point at her and laugh. Does she have spinach in her teeth? You're not supposed to point at people. It's rude and very impolite. Someone told her that once. Who was it? No matter... all Sarah knows is that it hurts when they laugh. It makes her sad to know she isn't pretty in their eyes. Why does she care what those people think?

So here she stands. Right back where they can see her, and laugh at, her again. It will be a long day. There will be many people looking at her. She should close her eyes so she can't see them. But her eyes won't close.

Her opened eyes see someone watching her from behind. It's HIM again. WHY did they put her next to him? He never says a word to her... just stares through her, like she's not even there. He's average also. Average build... Average height. Sort of handsome. Plain features just like her. Today he too wears a white wig with bangs. Is he sad too?

She should say something to him but her mouth is froze shut. So she stands. Next to him. And they stare out at the people passing by. Alone in the store window. Afraid to move. Afraid to speak. Afraid of even, each other.

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