The Blended Saga, Epilogue
by Zhu Juran
Will Zola find her friend? Will Zasu and her lover be reunited? And what of Svenius and Lilliana? Stay tuned for answer to these important questions and more!
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 April12. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April12. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
First Contact part 3 – Lillian Morpork
First Contact part 3 – Lillian Morpork
It took about half an hour to get everyone settled. Chuck asked what they called their world, and the reply sounded like Dipavuga, sung to the scale. Somela said they and their city were called Dikega, also sung to the scale.
It took about half an hour to get everyone settled. Chuck asked what they called their world, and the reply sounded like Dipavuga, sung to the scale. Somela said they and their city were called Dikega, also sung to the scale.
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"Lunatic" by Teri
"Lunatic" by Teri
I pride myself on my reasoning and intellect. I can solve any problem and overcome any obstacle. I apply logic and analysis to a situation and invariably come up with an effective solution or optimal technique to address the issue. I am known for my skills and they keep me employed. I am a tower of strength and a bastion of dependability. If it can be done, I will be able to find a way to do it. I am the rock that never crumbles and that provides others with an anchor to weather any storm. Well … um ... I was.
I pride myself on my reasoning and intellect. I can solve any problem and overcome any obstacle. I apply logic and analysis to a situation and invariably come up with an effective solution or optimal technique to address the issue. I am known for my skills and they keep me employed. I am a tower of strength and a bastion of dependability. If it can be done, I will be able to find a way to do it. I am the rock that never crumbles and that provides others with an anchor to weather any storm. Well … um ... I was.
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
"A Full Moon Night" by Llola Lane
"A Full Moon Night" by Llola Lane
Lots of crazy things happen on a full moon night. The hospitals and police departments even put on extra staff because of all the craziness, and... I suppose tonight... will be no different. For it IS a full moon night!
Lots of crazy things happen on a full moon night. The hospitals and police departments even put on extra staff because of all the craziness, and... I suppose tonight... will be no different. For it IS a full moon night!
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First Encounter part two – Lillian Morpork
First Encounter part two – Lillian Morpork
Chuck stood there for a moment, then turned to Chief Peterson. “Brian, leave all your weapons here and come with me, I think we should go meet them.” He turned to Lieutenant Lorraine Albright and said “You too. We need a linguist. You do have your translator, don’t you?” when she nodded, he told her to disarm too, then took off his own weapons and carefully laid them on the ground.
Chuck stood there for a moment, then turned to Chief Peterson. “Brian, leave all your weapons here and come with me, I think we should go meet them.” He turned to Lieutenant Lorraine Albright and said “You too. We need a linguist. You do have your translator, don’t you?” when she nodded, he told her to disarm too, then took off his own weapons and carefully laid them on the ground.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
"Paul Revere" by Llola Lane
"Paul Revere" by Llola Lane
Hush my darlings and you will hear
about the story of Paul Revere
Of how he traveled far and wide
up and down the mountain side
Over a river and through the woods
to deliver the message about the hoods.
Hush my darlings and you will hear
about the story of Paul Revere
Of how he traveled far and wide
up and down the mountain side
Over a river and through the woods
to deliver the message about the hoods.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Close Encounter part one – Lillian Morpork
Close Encounter part one – Lillian Morpork
As the Landing craft completed a final orbit of the planet, Captain Charles “Chuck” Matthews looked at his first officer, Commander Katharine “Kate” Evans. “Well, Kate, now what do we do? There is definitely intelligent life here. We’re not supposed to land on such planets, but the D’Arcy McGee is well on the way to the next star system, and in FTL flight.”
As the Landing craft completed a final orbit of the planet, Captain Charles “Chuck” Matthews looked at his first officer, Commander Katharine “Kate” Evans. “Well, Kate, now what do we do? There is definitely intelligent life here. We’re not supposed to land on such planets, but the D’Arcy McGee is well on the way to the next star system, and in FTL flight.”
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Thursday, April 5, 2012
"Scarecrow" by Lillian Morpork
"Scarecrow" by Lillian Morpork
The harvest moon shines so bright,
Lighting up the darkness of the night.
Far across the field he stands,
A man of straw, he is a funny sight,.
The harvest moon shines so bright,
Lighting up the darkness of the night.
Far across the field he stands,
A man of straw, he is a funny sight,.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
You Are My Moon by Mendy Winkler
You Are My Moon by Mendy Winkler
In the dark stillness of the night
You are the moon that radiates warm light
Capturing the sweet essence of pure love
Showering my heart in the beauty from above
In the dark stillness of the night
You are the moon that radiates warm light
Capturing the sweet essence of pure love
Showering my heart in the beauty from above
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Gloomy Planet by Llola Lane
Gloomy Planet by Llola Lane
Gloomy Planet that's dark as night
has a moon that shines so bright
Gloomy Planet that's dark as night
has a moon that shines so bright
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Nobody Home by Tami (and Zhu Juran)
Nobody Home
By Tami (and Zhu)
Robert grabbed the magazine from his desk and flung it at the wall. Without strong aerodynamic properties, it tumbled end over end, pages fluttering until it struck the cheap paneling and fell to the floor, open to page 32 and the full page spread of the latest Faith Maxwell exhibit at the museum. He took a deep gulp of Pepsi, drinking straight from the two quart bottle, and let the warm fizzy liquid roll around his mouth, effervescing on his tongue. Disgusted and irritated he spat the liquid onto the magazine, as though he were a god showering black fetid rain upon the virtual landscapes within.
By Tami (and Zhu)
Robert grabbed the magazine from his desk and flung it at the wall. Without strong aerodynamic properties, it tumbled end over end, pages fluttering until it struck the cheap paneling and fell to the floor, open to page 32 and the full page spread of the latest Faith Maxwell exhibit at the museum. He took a deep gulp of Pepsi, drinking straight from the two quart bottle, and let the warm fizzy liquid roll around his mouth, effervescing on his tongue. Disgusted and irritated he spat the liquid onto the magazine, as though he were a god showering black fetid rain upon the virtual landscapes within.
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