The Preaching had taken some time and my bench neigbours didnt noticed but i laid my hand on an old lady who had the mark further back She just closed her eyes and nobody really saw what happened.
I wonder i wonder if i should notice people that she is dead?
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 Relay Caedmon. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Hands of fate - part 2 by Relay Caedmon
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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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Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The Magic Santa Bus Stop! - Part 1 - by Relay Caedmon
The Snow who falled down covered everything, roads,bushes even the rusty old stopsign who had seen many days, and its condition wasnt as it best. But there right there in the white field of snow there was a bus stop. Its oriented inspired roofs covered in snow kept part of the ground below free from it.
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Inside and Deep Down by Relay Caedmon
Inside and Deep Down by Relay Caedmon
Slowly the darkness that surrounded her slowly vanished and she could see a small part of wood in front of her. Her eyes followed the cracks in the wood up to a corner, left the corner over to another corner on the opposite side. "Wait!!!" her blood almost froze when she realized that she was inside a coffin, "why why can i see its dark but i can still see!!"
Slowly the darkness that surrounded her slowly vanished and she could see a small part of wood in front of her. Her eyes followed the cracks in the wood up to a corner, left the corner over to another corner on the opposite side. "Wait!!!" her blood almost froze when she realized that she was inside a coffin, "why why can i see its dark but i can still see!!"
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Arwin's Santa Story Part 3 - by Relay Caedmon
Part 3 The journey
All the Helpers had became very very busy the last few hours. A group made different colored toys for children, while others had a serious discussion over the planning routes over christmas.
Santa himself sat in his chair with a troublesome mind. His Reindeers all got sick and the new inventions called the Santa bus was disapeared. He had lost contact with it for a few days ago together with one of his must trusted helper. He put on his com radio again, another new invention from his fantastic helpers.
All the Helpers had became very very busy the last few hours. A group made different colored toys for children, while others had a serious discussion over the planning routes over christmas.
Santa himself sat in his chair with a troublesome mind. His Reindeers all got sick and the new inventions called the Santa bus was disapeared. He had lost contact with it for a few days ago together with one of his must trusted helper. He put on his com radio again, another new invention from his fantastic helpers.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Arwins christmas adventures part 2 by Relay Caedmon
Arwins christmas adventures part 2 by Relay Caedmon
Part 2 Jump Stop
The bus made a leap forward when Arwin pressed down the button, and the boy looked terrified on when they both saw the closest house rushing towards them. The veichled breached thru the garden bush into the closests yard and it didnt stopped there. But just when she closed her eyes and thought the bus were seconds from crashing into the house nothing happend it all became silent, and she heard the boy chanting we did it we diiiid it.
Part 2 Jump Stop
The bus made a leap forward when Arwin pressed down the button, and the boy looked terrified on when they both saw the closest house rushing towards them. The veichled breached thru the garden bush into the closests yard and it didnt stopped there. But just when she closed her eyes and thought the bus were seconds from crashing into the house nothing happend it all became silent, and she heard the boy chanting we did it we diiiid it.
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Arwens Christmas Adventure by Relay Caedmon
Arwens Christmas Adventure by Relay Caedmon
Arwin found that driving the Santa Special was more of an adventure than she had expected.
It all started a few mornings ago on a beautiful winter morning, Arwin had sneaked out early in the cold wintermorning to throw some garbage before work. Just this morning was blistering cold and she could feel the hard crunchy snow under her feet, as she moved towards her big plastic garbage bin.
Arwin found that driving the Santa Special was more of an adventure than she had expected.
It all started a few mornings ago on a beautiful winter morning, Arwin had sneaked out early in the cold wintermorning to throw some garbage before work. Just this morning was blistering cold and she could feel the hard crunchy snow under her feet, as she moved towards her big plastic garbage bin.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Violin is a dream - by Relay Caedmon
She stood by the window looked out over the busy streetlife below. The guards near the corner of the alley who seemed to play a bet game, the older women around the waterwell and the children who chased each other all over the lively street below.
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