Tuesday, June 20, 2023
It's June 2023
It's June 2023 and I still read back at the stories I wrote. All are welcome to read them. Stories are PG and you can even read them to your children. Stay well Everyone! hugzzzzzzzzzz
Llola
Monday, May 23, 2022
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
We are still writing !
Just a year since we stopped holding the writing events in Ozland and Llola and Sven are still writing and reading them out in voice.
This December we have 2 new stories on our own new blog http://snlwrite.blogspot.com/ and are presenting them in support of Toys For Tots in the Inworldz grid.
This December we have 2 new stories on our own new blog http://snlwrite.blogspot.com/ and are presenting them in support of Toys For Tots in the Inworldz grid.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
"A New Year" by Llola Lane
"A New Year" by Llola Lane
As I look at the candle's flame flickering in the window I realize that all too soon the Christmas decorations will be taken down and a new year will begin. My mind is transported back through the past year. A lot has happened in my life and I am grateful for every little adventure and sad for loved ones passed.
As I look at the candle's flame flickering in the window I realize that all too soon the Christmas decorations will be taken down and a new year will begin. My mind is transported back through the past year. A lot has happened in my life and I am grateful for every little adventure and sad for loved ones passed.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
"Family Photo" by Llola Lane
"Family Photo" by Llola Lane
(Inspired by the From our Family greeting card)
Papa checked the tripod to make sure it was steady. He wanted the family photo this year to be perfect. None of those "store bought" photo greeting cards from HIS family. He knew how to work a camera. Paying someone was just spending money foolishly. Looking through the camera he peered at his family.
(Inspired by the From our Family greeting card)
Papa checked the tripod to make sure it was steady. He wanted the family photo this year to be perfect. None of those "store bought" photo greeting cards from HIS family. He knew how to work a camera. Paying someone was just spending money foolishly. Looking through the camera he peered at his family.
The Old Gang – Lillian Morpork
The Old Gang – Lillian Morpork
Alex Mitchell sighed and looked around. All the old gang were here, just the way they had been that New Year’s Eve so many years ago. Older yes; many white haired, some bald or balding; not as slender and agile, but still the same group as had gathered here forty five years ago. He smiled contentedly, and sipped his drink. Nancy looked over and smiled, too, lifted her glass and glanced around at the people, then took a sip. Yes, she understood how he was feeling; all of them together again to celebrate yet another new year.
Alex Mitchell sighed and looked around. All the old gang were here, just the way they had been that New Year’s Eve so many years ago. Older yes; many white haired, some bald or balding; not as slender and agile, but still the same group as had gathered here forty five years ago. He smiled contentedly, and sipped his drink. Nancy looked over and smiled, too, lifted her glass and glanced around at the people, then took a sip. Yes, she understood how he was feeling; all of them together again to celebrate yet another new year.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Christmas is: by Lillian Morpork
Christmas is: by Lillian Morpork
Christmas is: candles and candy canes, cookies and carols, Christmas cards and chocolates.
Christmas is: holly and happiness, high jinks and holidays, hopefulness and handicrafts.
Christmas is: red bows and red noses, reindeer and right poses, ribbons and red roses.
Christmas is: candles and candy canes, cookies and carols, Christmas cards and chocolates.
Christmas is: holly and happiness, high jinks and holidays, hopefulness and handicrafts.
Christmas is: red bows and red noses, reindeer and right poses, ribbons and red roses.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
"A Candle in a Window" by Lillian Morpork
"A Candle in a Window" by Lillian Morpork
The young woman stumbled through the snow, shivering, exhausted, but struggling on for the sake of her unborn child. It was so cold the snow squeaked under her feet. The young woman's coat was thin and frayed, and she wore a thin scarf over her head. Her face looked frost bitten, and she could hardly feel her hands and feet. She was weighed down by the large bag that hung from one side, strap crossing from right shoulder to left hip. ‘Please, please, let me find shelter, a warm place for my baby,’ she prayed. ‘You provided a stable for Jesus and my baby is as free of sin. He deserves to live. Just let me find a warm place and kind people, and I will die willingly, if that is your will.’
The young woman stumbled through the snow, shivering, exhausted, but struggling on for the sake of her unborn child. It was so cold the snow squeaked under her feet. The young woman's coat was thin and frayed, and she wore a thin scarf over her head. Her face looked frost bitten, and she could hardly feel her hands and feet. She was weighed down by the large bag that hung from one side, strap crossing from right shoulder to left hip. ‘Please, please, let me find shelter, a warm place for my baby,’ she prayed. ‘You provided a stable for Jesus and my baby is as free of sin. He deserves to live. Just let me find a warm place and kind people, and I will die willingly, if that is your will.’
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
"Family Photo" by Llola Lane
"Family Photo" by Llola Lane
(Inspired by the From our Family greeting card)
Papa checked the tripod to make sure it was steady. He wanted the family photo this year to be perfect. None of those "store bought" photo greeting cards from HIS family. He knew how to work a camera. Paying someone was just spending money foolishly. Looking through the camera he peered at his family.
(Inspired by the From our Family greeting card)
Papa checked the tripod to make sure it was steady. He wanted the family photo this year to be perfect. None of those "store bought" photo greeting cards from HIS family. He knew how to work a camera. Paying someone was just spending money foolishly. Looking through the camera he peered at his family.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
"The Totem Tree" by Lillian Morpork
"The Totem Tree" by Lillian Morpork
Pictures: both bridges- also the trees at the end of the gallery
Lucy Brightstar walked for miles through the snow, crossing bridges and fields, until at last she stood at the edge of a forest clearing, staring at the pine tree. She had seen it in the summer, and noticed how it seemed to have faces, one above the other amazingly like a totem pole. Now, covered in snow, the faces stood out clearly. First, from the bottom up, were three old man faces, shaggy beards and mustaches, mouths not quite smiling. The middle one’s eyes seemed to twinkle, and they all looked like someone’s favourite grandfather, the one you would be willing tell all of your secrets, and know they would be safe.
Pictures: both bridges- also the trees at the end of the gallery
Lucy Brightstar walked for miles through the snow, crossing bridges and fields, until at last she stood at the edge of a forest clearing, staring at the pine tree. She had seen it in the summer, and noticed how it seemed to have faces, one above the other amazingly like a totem pole. Now, covered in snow, the faces stood out clearly. First, from the bottom up, were three old man faces, shaggy beards and mustaches, mouths not quite smiling. The middle one’s eyes seemed to twinkle, and they all looked like someone’s favourite grandfather, the one you would be willing tell all of your secrets, and know they would be safe.
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