Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Monday, September 22, 2025
I am posting this log to keep the blog active. It has been almost a year since Sven has passed away and I am glad his stories live on here in this blog. The stories are comforting to read when it is late at night and I find myself lonely. Most of the writers that wrote stories are gone... Passed away or have left Second Life. I miss them but I am trying to make my life meaningful in other ways. I hope if you are reading this that your life is happy. Hugzzzzzzzzzzzz
Llola
Sunday, December 8, 2024
December 8th 2024... I have just learned Sven Pertelson has passed away :( His stories will live on here, in this blog, as long as I can manage to keep it updated. Hopefully Blogger won't delete them. Please enjoy... and... Look for Sven's Youtubes where he reads them on voice.
Stay well one and all.. Please leave a comment if you would like... Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Llola
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.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Your Inspiration for November-December 2014
Choose any of the Greeting Cards shown for your inspiration
"An Unusual Journey" by Lillian Morpork
"An Unusual Journey" by Lillian Morpork
Alex Martin sat in his usual place by the window. He liked sitting there, because he could see out and watch the people, animals, butterflies and birds going by. As he watched, he made up stories about where they were going, what magical things would happen to them, and how they would cope. Only today, he couldn’t see anything. Jack Frost had been busy during the night and had painted a truly magical scene on the window.
Alex Martin sat in his usual place by the window. He liked sitting there, because he could see out and watch the people, animals, butterflies and birds going by. As he watched, he made up stories about where they were going, what magical things would happen to them, and how they would cope. Only today, he couldn’t see anything. Jack Frost had been busy during the night and had painted a truly magical scene on the window.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
A Candle in the Window - by Sven Pertelson
There is a candle burning in my window for anyone to see as they walk past. What message they take from it depends on them.
"A Time Travel Tale" by Lillian Morpork
"A Time Travel Tale" by Lillian Morpork
I was just arriving home from work, admiring the Christmas decorations on the house when I thought I heard a voice cry out in the back yard. I walked around the house and waded through the snow, heading for the back fence, and looking around for any disturbance or even a body in the snow, but there was only smooth, unbroken snow. When I was almost at the gate I noticed that it was open, and the snow was disturbed and a patch of red startled my eyes. It looked as though someone had fallen and gashed their head on something, but there was no body, and the snow all around was undisturbed. It looked as though the body had fallen in the snow, and disappeared into thin air.
I was just arriving home from work, admiring the Christmas decorations on the house when I thought I heard a voice cry out in the back yard. I walked around the house and waded through the snow, heading for the back fence, and looking around for any disturbance or even a body in the snow, but there was only smooth, unbroken snow. When I was almost at the gate I noticed that it was open, and the snow was disturbed and a patch of red startled my eyes. It looked as though someone had fallen and gashed their head on something, but there was no body, and the snow all around was undisturbed. It looked as though the body had fallen in the snow, and disappeared into thin air.
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.
The sun was setting, the day’s work done,
So first they set out for a refreshing run.
It was Hallowe’en.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Vibrant Vampires – part 4 – Lillian Morpork
The Vibrant Vampires – part 4 – Lillian Morpork
“Well, guys, lets load up the van and go!” Vanessa called to the laughing, playacting group of vampires. They were all in costume, and trying to act as scary as they could, though that was hard, since they were all laughing too much. Still laughing and giggling, they all gathered up jackets, music and instruments and loaded them into the van, while Vanessa watched and checked everything off on a list. She said she didn’t want to get to the Atlantis Pavillions and find they had left something essential behind.
“Well, guys, lets load up the van and go!” Vanessa called to the laughing, playacting group of vampires. They were all in costume, and trying to act as scary as they could, though that was hard, since they were all laughing too much. Still laughing and giggling, they all gathered up jackets, music and instruments and loaded them into the van, while Vanessa watched and checked everything off on a list. She said she didn’t want to get to the Atlantis Pavillions and find they had left something essential behind.
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