Death Comes – part 5 – Lillian Morpork
Ricardo Urbani pounded his fist on the table and shouted “Two years! We’ve been searching for two years and still no viable antidote! Millions of children dead, more dying, and now it’s attacking the older ones, even up to seventeen! It’s hopeless!” He slumped in his chair and, elbows on table, dropped his head into his hands and sobbed.
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
Showing posts with label July14. Show all posts
Showing posts with label July14. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
"Need" by Enola Vaher
"Need" by Enola Vaher
I remember that day, or that is, I try to. I close my eyes and try to summon the details, those small details. You know the kind; the patterns on the side walk—the exact color of the bricks—the way the shadows shifted in the wind. Those details, those vivid details. But memory is a funny thing, for me at least. Things get smeared, like a surrealist painting, Dali on a bad day. Melted bright, too bright, yellows and somber ochre’s…clouded together. Colors that don’t make any sense. People move in slow motion in the memory, they are extras. Actors earning scale to move like animatrons, to move in slow motion in this surrealistic film with colors that make no sense.
I remember that day, or that is, I try to. I close my eyes and try to summon the details, those small details. You know the kind; the patterns on the side walk—the exact color of the bricks—the way the shadows shifted in the wind. Those details, those vivid details. But memory is a funny thing, for me at least. Things get smeared, like a surrealist painting, Dali on a bad day. Melted bright, too bright, yellows and somber ochre’s…clouded together. Colors that don’t make any sense. People move in slow motion in the memory, they are extras. Actors earning scale to move like animatrons, to move in slow motion in this surrealistic film with colors that make no sense.
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"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 3
"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 3
I immediately searched for the path that led back to the light. The sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky with the colors of daylight changing into the warm hues of the approaching sunset. Things looked quite different today and I assumed it was the shadows that accompanied the sunset that made the difference.
I immediately searched for the path that led back to the light. The sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky with the colors of daylight changing into the warm hues of the approaching sunset. Things looked quite different today and I assumed it was the shadows that accompanied the sunset that made the difference.
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Chapter Three - A Learning Process by Erin Hunter
The Hollow: The Mysterious Town
Chapter Three - A Learning Process by Erin Hunter
Joelle got up the next day feeling a bit sick but wasn't going to let that stop her for the day. She wanted to learn about some things about being the vampires that they are in this tiny town which she thinks the name of it has something to do with the name of the hospital.
Chapter Three - A Learning Process by Erin Hunter
Joelle got up the next day feeling a bit sick but wasn't going to let that stop her for the day. She wanted to learn about some things about being the vampires that they are in this tiny town which she thinks the name of it has something to do with the name of the hospital.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Death Comes - part 4 - Lillian Morpork
Death Comes - part 4 - Lillian Morpork
“I know I’m behind on the news, but was this a known comet?” Mai Lee Sun asked.
“No, it wasn’t. According to David Levy of the Jarmac Observatory in West Virginia, it was a non- periodic and came through the solar system some 35 Million years ago, about the time meteor impacts created the Chesapeake Bay crater in the U.S., and the Popigai crater in Russia. The latest news from them is that they think it had a collision or very near miss that changed its orbit just enough to hit Earth. The event also weakened the core so when it got close to the sun, it broke up. That’s why the debris was scattered over such a wide area.”
“I know I’m behind on the news, but was this a known comet?” Mai Lee Sun asked.
“No, it wasn’t. According to David Levy of the Jarmac Observatory in West Virginia, it was a non- periodic and came through the solar system some 35 Million years ago, about the time meteor impacts created the Chesapeake Bay crater in the U.S., and the Popigai crater in Russia. The latest news from them is that they think it had a collision or very near miss that changed its orbit just enough to hit Earth. The event also weakened the core so when it got close to the sun, it broke up. That’s why the debris was scattered over such a wide area.”
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"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 2
"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 2
I began to relax a bit as I walked on. The uncertainty was gone now, replaced by an odd sense of calm and the sudden realization that this was my destiny. Yes, the light was my destiny. But what would I do once I got there? That thought was quickly put to rest as I realized that I would receive further instructions once I arrived there. Wouldn’t I? Of course I would. Nothing this important would be left to dangle helplessly in the wind. There was a purpose to all this, I was convinced of that. Again, that fleeting sense of uncertainty like the feeling one gets when they embark on any long journey. Did I leave the water run in the sink? Did I remember to turn off the coffeepot? There was something else. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but suddenly I realized that the buzzing in my head had ceased and I had no idea when, but at some point, the pounding in my head stopped! Things were finally beginning to look up.
I began to relax a bit as I walked on. The uncertainty was gone now, replaced by an odd sense of calm and the sudden realization that this was my destiny. Yes, the light was my destiny. But what would I do once I got there? That thought was quickly put to rest as I realized that I would receive further instructions once I arrived there. Wouldn’t I? Of course I would. Nothing this important would be left to dangle helplessly in the wind. There was a purpose to all this, I was convinced of that. Again, that fleeting sense of uncertainty like the feeling one gets when they embark on any long journey. Did I leave the water run in the sink? Did I remember to turn off the coffeepot? There was something else. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but suddenly I realized that the buzzing in my head had ceased and I had no idea when, but at some point, the pounding in my head stopped! Things were finally beginning to look up.
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Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Chapter Two - The Hospital Visit by Erin Hunter
The Hollow: The Mysterious Town
Chapter Two - The Hospital Visit by Erin Hunter
Joelle walked to the hospital with her body guard by her. She wondered why her family like to live during the daytime and not the night like regular vampires but she had other things to find out first like how to get impregnated. She got to Black View Hollow Hospital which was the local hospital and it was only about a block from the castle.
Chapter Two - The Hospital Visit by Erin Hunter
Joelle walked to the hospital with her body guard by her. She wondered why her family like to live during the daytime and not the night like regular vampires but she had other things to find out first like how to get impregnated. She got to Black View Hollow Hospital which was the local hospital and it was only about a block from the castle.
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Hands of fate Part 1 by Relay Caedmon
Hands of fate Part 1 by Relay Caedmon
His face first showed surprise before i saw fear in his eyes before the last life sparkle died in them. His body crumbled when it fell down in the mud with his head first. It looked little sad to see him with half his head into the muddy waterhole. A woman ran towards us but she did not seem to take any notice of me, but thats something i always expected.
His face first showed surprise before i saw fear in his eyes before the last life sparkle died in them. His body crumbled when it fell down in the mud with his head first. It looked little sad to see him with half his head into the muddy waterhole. A woman ran towards us but she did not seem to take any notice of me, but thats something i always expected.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Death Comes - part 3 - Lillian Morpork
Death Comes - part 3 - Lillian Morpork
One end of the laboratory was blocked off with a frame covered in a heavy plastic sheet. From behind it comes the almost deafening sound of demolition as that wall is demolished. The team of researchers and support people has grown to the point of overcrowding, but all are busy. Two more electron microscopes had been added, and six more were in storage awaiting the end of the demolition and expansion of the lab.
One end of the laboratory was blocked off with a frame covered in a heavy plastic sheet. From behind it comes the almost deafening sound of demolition as that wall is demolished. The team of researchers and support people has grown to the point of overcrowding, but all are busy. Two more electron microscopes had been added, and six more were in storage awaiting the end of the demolition and expansion of the lab.
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Monday, July 14, 2014
"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 1
"The Journey" by Pepper Chaffe PART 1
Saturday, July 12th. The day was warm and humid, the dense clouds only serving to make for a very steamy day. It was going to storm. I could smell the approaching rain and felt the heaviness that always seems to announce the fury that is about be unleashed; the calm before the storm.
Saturday, July 12th. The day was warm and humid, the dense clouds only serving to make for a very steamy day. It was going to storm. I could smell the approaching rain and felt the heaviness that always seems to announce the fury that is about be unleashed; the calm before the storm.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Death Comes – part 2 – Lillian Morpork
Death Comes – part 2 – Lillian Morpork
The line of boxy, human-like figures walked slowly, line abreast, silhouetted by the sunset. In a helicopter hovering above, three doctors watched as the figures moved, one or another, so two or three at once, stopped, bent, and picked something up with an odd wand and placed it in a box held in the other.
The line of boxy, human-like figures walked slowly, line abreast, silhouetted by the sunset. In a helicopter hovering above, three doctors watched as the figures moved, one or another, so two or three at once, stopped, bent, and picked something up with an odd wand and placed it in a box held in the other.
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Wednesday, July 2, 2014
"Life and Death" by Llola Lane
"Life and Death" by Llola Lane
Life and Death go hand in hand
it is the cycle of our existance.
Life and Death go hand in hand
it is the cycle of our existance.
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