" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 4
Belle nodded her head in agreement and hoped that once the Queens family was back to normal the story would end and Boots would be back to normal too. She had a fondness for the cat. She and the Queen sat under the apple tree til daybreak and worked on a plan to get things back to normal.
A writing challenge in SecondLife®. Writings inspired by works of art in the OZLAND Art Gallery
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
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
My Name Is… - part4 – Lillian Morpork
My Name Is… - part4 – Lillian Morpork
“Ma’am, Sir, dinner will be served in half an hour. Would sir like to come with me now? I have found suitable clothing for him; I thought he might like to dress for dinner.”
“Ma’am, Sir, dinner will be served in half an hour. Would sir like to come with me now? I have found suitable clothing for him; I thought he might like to dress for dinner.”
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 3
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 3
Belle agreed to help him and proceeded to read Boots the story from the book...
Belle agreed to help him and proceeded to read Boots the story from the book...
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Wednesday, January 15, 2014
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 2
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 2
Belle sat on the edge of the pile of books and Boots sat next to her. She listened as he told his story...
Belle sat on the edge of the pile of books and Boots sat next to her. She listened as he told his story...
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Wednesday, January 8, 2014
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 1
" Belle-n-Boots " by Llola Lane PART 1
"En-guard," said the cat to the lady. "Give me the book or your life you will forfit."
"En-guard," said the cat to the lady. "Give me the book or your life you will forfit."
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"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.
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.
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