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 Zhu Juran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zhu Juran. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

The Blended Saga, Epilogue by Zhu Juran

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!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Nobody Home - Part 2 - By Zhu Juran

Nobody Home - Part 2
The Finale of the White Disk Saga

By Zhu Juran (With lots of help from Teri )

The white disk was disgruntled (Yes, , disks can get disgruntled). The last extraction had gone badly, and he didn’t fully know why. It wasn’t that he was particularly concerned about the fate of that obnoxious creature Robert, a.k.a. HotStudley Resident, who ended up trapped inside his own computer instead of being properly transported to SL. It was probably for the best that he hadn’t made it to SL; there were enough idiots there already, in the white disk’s humble opinion. (For the astute reader, we pause to let you ponder the startling revelation that the white disk is male.)

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.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Svenius, a Roman Tragedy, Part two by Zhu Juran

Svenius, a Roman Tragedy, Part two by Zhu Juran
(with apologies to Anonymous)
thanks to Tami Meredith for technical assistance!


Our story thus far:

Svenius, a Roman slave of the House of Jura, is on the run for the crime of “defiling” the Vestal Virgin Lilliana; she is on the run with him. Svenius’ master, Dominus Waynium, has promised Lilliana’s father, Consul Insatius Morporcium Magnus, that he will find Svenius and Lilliana, and bring them both back so that she may be buried alive and Svenius tortured and thrown from the Tarpian Rock. They must be found and brought back or the entire Ludus will be burned, and all within crucified.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The Ennui of Sargon (by tami and zhu)

The Ennui of Sargon (by tami and zhu)
inspired by the artwork "Santa Special" by Sven/Llola

Arwin rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. She’d had that dream again, where she was someone else, and looking for someone she’d lost. It was such a sad dream, and so real! Arwin wished she knew what it meant. Oh, but she was driving the Santa Special today! That should be fun, she’d been looking forward to it. She dressed quickly and headed out the door - it wouldn’t do to be late for the Santa Special!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

"Reindeer Games" by Zhu Juran

"Reindeer Games" by Zhu Juran

Arwin found that driving the “Santa Special” was more of an adventure than she had expected! Grappling desperately with the brakes, the gearshift, anything she could find that would bring the bus to earth, a crash seemed imminent. I don’t want to die in December! was Arwin’s last thought as the “Santa Special” met the snow with a thunderous roar.

(meanwhile, at the North Pole..)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

The Blended Saga, Part 14: Running Out of Options by Zhu Juran

The Blended Saga, Part 14: Running Out of Options by Zhu Juran

Last week, on The BLended Saga:

Lady Zhu has appeared to Zasu and informed her that her lost lover has left the grid and has amnesia. She does not say how she knows this.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Blended Saga, Part 13: Running Out of Options by Zhu Juran

The Blended Saga, Part 13: Running Out of Options by Zhu Juran

Recap of The Blended Saga:

Zasu has left RL to live in SL with her lover (she was looking at a landscape with a white disk when it happened). Her lover apparently already lived there. Her friend Zola looked for her, but no clues ever turned up.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Blended Saga, Part 12: House of Changes by Zhu Juran

Blended Saga, Part 12: House of Changes by Zhu Juran

Last week, on The Blended Saga:

Zasu’s lover is still in the hospital with amnesia, and is troubled by dreams of a white frisbee. The white disk has possibly discovered his location.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Blended Saga, Part 11: House of Dreams

Last week, on The Blended Saga:
The white disk has discovered that is errant follower has gone offworld. It is considering what to do next.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Blended Saga Part 9: House of Cards by Zhu Juran

Blended Saga Part 9: House of Cards by Zhu Juran

Last week, on The Blended Saga: Zasu's lover has awakened from his coma, but has total amnesia. Zola is still enjoying her new riches, but hired a PI to find some information about her missing friend. The white disk is actively recruiting followers.

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!

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

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

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.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

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.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Blended Part 4 by Zhu Juran

Blended Part 4 by Zhu Juran

Hours later, she hugged her friend goodbye, promising to keep in touch. She turned to her dog, still a little miffed at the wild goose chase he’d led them on. “You were here the whole time, weren’t you? Well you missed a good walk!” She checked her phone which she’d left behind in her worry about the dog, and found a text from her sweetheart, “Hey babe where ru?” Only 15 minutes ago, that was good. She texted back, “U on? brt :)”, and went to feed Charlie first - “not that you deserve it,” she said to him sternly.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Blended Part 3 by Zhu Juran

Blended Part 3 by Zhu Juran

Aaaaaaaand she was back at that same place, even tho she’d logged in to home! She circled around to make sure - yes, the same place, surrounded by colors, and that silver disk was there in the eastern sky. (She checked her map quickly - yes, eastern.) Well at least she wasn’t a cloud! Opening up her friends list, she saw her sweetheart was still offline. Might as well explore then, she thought.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Blended Part 2 by Zhu Juran

Blended Part 2 by Zhu Juran

Sighing, she clicked on her mouse, exited the program, stood up, and walked away from her computer. Drastic measures indeed she thought to herself, smiling. Time to spend time in the real world - how long had it been anyway? She rubbed her eyes, far too long she realized. The sun was even shining! What was wrong with her anyway? Sitting in front of a computer when she could be walking the dog, working on her latest watercolor, even reading an actual book!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Blended Part 1 by Zhu Juran

Blended Part 1 by Zhu Juran

Her frustration was increasing at a dangerous rate. No matter how many steps she took, the mountains were no closer! That little silver disk in the western sky, however, was another story. Was it getting bigger or nearer? She really couldn’t tell. Sighing, she took a few more steps.