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

Friday, October 31, 2014

Hallowe’en Fun - by Lillian Morpork

Two young ladies were out for some fun,
The sun was setting, the day’s work done,
So first they set out for a refreshing run.
It was Hallowe’en.

With their moon white hair and somber black clothes,
They were hard to see, as everyone knows,
So they added some stripes in tape that glows,
To be sure they’d be seen.

They ran down streets where scarecrows grew
On every lawn though there were a few,
That had sprouted gravestones, old but new.
‘Twas an eerie scene.

As they jogged along they heard on the air
Songs so spooky it gave them a scare,
They ran faster to get out of there.
To a place more serene.

The streets became busy with many odd creatures,
Some with really surprising features.
They climbed up some stairs to use them as bleachers,
And looked for a theme.

Ghosts, Goblins and witches, vampires galore
Running and laughing, going door to door,
Buzz Lightyears, Darth Vaders, Princesses and more
But no sign of a Queen.

They finally moved home to a party there.
With their somber black clothes and moon white hair
And some added makeup they made a great pair
Of vampires so keen.

The party was over; the place was a mess,
But all they could do was wash and undress,
They’d clean up in the morning, no need to obsess,
It was Hallowe’en.

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