Showing posts with label Sept2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sept2011. Show all posts
Friday, September 30, 2011
OZLAND Picture Stories - Your Inspiration for September 2011
Your inspiration for September by ariadenise Bellic
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Vantage Point (continuation of the Blended series) by Zhu Juran
Vantage Point (continuation of the Blended series) by Zhu Juran
Slowly he opened his eyes and as he did, the dream receded just beyond his reach. He was completely disoriented; he’d never seen this room before. Suddenly people came rushing at him; he shrank away and tried to run but found he couldn’t move. He tried to wave his arms to keep them away but his arms were so heavy, he couldn’t lift them. In a full panic now, words slowly began to filter through to his brain: Awake? Awake! Doctor..blood pressure spiking...shhhhhhhh you’re okay you’re safe we won’t hurt you you’re in a hospital shhhhhhh. He closed his mouth abruptly, suddenly aware that the screaming sound was coming from him. Deliberately slowing his breathing, he forced himself to look around at these people he didn’t know. They looked concerned, not threatening, and one was telling all the others to leave for now. Thank goodness, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold his breath!
Slowly he opened his eyes and as he did, the dream receded just beyond his reach. He was completely disoriented; he’d never seen this room before. Suddenly people came rushing at him; he shrank away and tried to run but found he couldn’t move. He tried to wave his arms to keep them away but his arms were so heavy, he couldn’t lift them. In a full panic now, words slowly began to filter through to his brain: Awake? Awake! Doctor..blood pressure spiking...shhhhhhhh you’re okay you’re safe we won’t hurt you you’re in a hospital shhhhhhh. He closed his mouth abruptly, suddenly aware that the screaming sound was coming from him. Deliberately slowing his breathing, he forced himself to look around at these people he didn’t know. They looked concerned, not threatening, and one was telling all the others to leave for now. Thank goodness, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold his breath!
Chalk Lashes: A Modern Tragedy by Tami
Chalk Lashes: A Modern Tragedy by Tami
Standing at the chalkboard, the child does as the teacher asks. Carefully, using lots and lots of colours, a face is drawn, starting with the eyes. They are amazing, just like all the beautiful girls in the catalogues -- with really long, thick, lush lashes. A nose is added, but before the lips can be drawn, the child stops. It's a beautiful, pretty, girls face and the child knows, with a sense of understanding few will ever achieve, that the face is a dream beyond attainment. So, tears are drawn instead of the mouth. The teacher asks why, but the child has learned not to talk about feelings and answers, "just because."
Standing at the chalkboard, the child does as the teacher asks. Carefully, using lots and lots of colours, a face is drawn, starting with the eyes. They are amazing, just like all the beautiful girls in the catalogues -- with really long, thick, lush lashes. A nose is added, but before the lips can be drawn, the child stops. It's a beautiful, pretty, girls face and the child knows, with a sense of understanding few will ever achieve, that the face is a dream beyond attainment. So, tears are drawn instead of the mouth. The teacher asks why, but the child has learned not to talk about feelings and answers, "just because."
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Lullabye to a Wild Child (Rusty's Lullabye) by Avialla Resident
Lullabye to a Wild Child (Rusty's Lullabye) by Avialla Resident
You were rocked in the cradle of the misty night.
You were rocked in the cradle of the misty night.
The Manor House by Lillian Morpork
The Manor House by Lillian Morpork
Down the long laneway,
Dim, though a bright day.
Surrounded by lawns unmown,
Gardens with weeds o’er grown;
A house full of tears.
Down the long laneway,
Dim, though a bright day.
Surrounded by lawns unmown,
Gardens with weeds o’er grown;
A house full of tears.
Never Regret Love by Zhu Juran
Never Regret Love by Zhu Juran
"He comes back to tell me he’s gone, as if I didn’t know that, as if I didn’t know my own bed” - Paul Simon
"He comes back to tell me he’s gone, as if I didn’t know that, as if I didn’t know my own bed” - Paul Simon
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Prodigy by Tami
Prodigy by Tami
"O.K. now kitten, I want you to draw your face."
"But why, mommy? I don't wanna draw a face. I don't even wanna do this stupid art. Why do I gotta?"
"O.K. now kitten, I want you to draw your face."
"But why, mommy? I don't wanna draw a face. I don't even wanna do this stupid art. Why do I gotta?"
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
A Stillicide of Tears by Zhu Juran
A Stillicide of Tears by Zhu Juran
stillicide /ˈstɪlɪsʌɪd/
noun
Water falling in drops, especially in a row from the eaves of a roof.
stillicide /ˈstɪlɪsʌɪd/
noun
Water falling in drops, especially in a row from the eaves of a roof.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Explorations: Part 2 of an Ongoing Saga by Tami and Trybil
Explorations: Part 2 of an Ongoing Saga by Tami and Trybil
So here I am, flapping my ears as I hover here, watching the circus below me. Just don't call me Dumbo, or you will regret it. So much has happened, in not so many turns of the world I created...
So here I am, flapping my ears as I hover here, watching the circus below me. Just don't call me Dumbo, or you will regret it. So much has happened, in not so many turns of the world I created...
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman
Daddy's Tears by Suta Northman
I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad.
I sit here, tears slowly falling down my face, my memories of the past slowly come into place. With each tear that falls I recall the joy and happiness and pain as a daddy, of the good times and the bad.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Sing me to Sleep by lillian Morpork
Sing me to Sleep by lillian Morpork
“Sing me to sleep, Iya (Grandmother), I am so sad,” Temi sniffed back tears as she pleaded with her grandmother. Grandmother took the little girl’s hand in hers, and brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“Sing me to sleep, Iya (Grandmother), I am so sad,” Temi sniffed back tears as she pleaded with her grandmother. Grandmother took the little girl’s hand in hers, and brushed the tears from her cheeks.
Frisbee Time by Zhu Juran
Frisbee Time by Zhu Juran
Zola wiped her eyes. This HAD to stop, this crying, or she was going to ruin her career. You couldn’t be the world’s foremost eyelash model with puffy red eyes. While “eyelash model” didn’t seem like a real job even, she had made quite a nice life for herself being just that. She was constantly in demand for commercials, live shoots, body doubles (if you could call it that), and most CGI was modeled after HER eyelashes. They were that good.
Zola wiped her eyes. This HAD to stop, this crying, or she was going to ruin her career. You couldn’t be the world’s foremost eyelash model with puffy red eyes. While “eyelash model” didn’t seem like a real job even, she had made quite a nice life for herself being just that. She was constantly in demand for commercials, live shoots, body doubles (if you could call it that), and most CGI was modeled after HER eyelashes. They were that good.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
"Eyes Closed" by Llola Lane
"Eyes Closed" by Llola Lane
Eyes closed...
So excited for the new day ahead.
Eyes closed...
So excited for the new day ahead.
I Am Tears Of Time by Lagu Indigo
I Am Tears Of Time by Lagu Indigo
I, devise a creature of time and immortality
I, but the essence of a memory
I, devise a creature of time and immortality
I, but the essence of a memory
Saturday, September 3, 2011
GENTLE TEARS by STARDOVE SPIRIT
GENTLE TEARS by STARDOVE SPIRIT
GENTLE TEARS STREAM DOWN MY FACE
LOVES WASTED YEARS
A FALL FROM GRACE
GENTLE TEARS STREAM DOWN MY FACE
LOVES WASTED YEARS
A FALL FROM GRACE
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