| This paragraph is by
Norman V. Peale |
The mood of the townspeople gradually grew dark, dark as a starless cloudy midnight when a man with a darkened heart commits a crime so foul that the moon dare not shine upon the scene, for fear of witnessing the dark horrors that hide in the clouded minds of unenlightened men who would sell their darkened souls to the prince of darkness in the despairing hope that, maybe, their depraved sins would never see the light of the day which would expose their debauched, decadent and darkened hearts to the eyes of the dreary, sunless world. |
| This paragraph is by
Tutwiley Slim |
Sleepy Blind Dog Lincoln thought to hisself, "Whut a wunnerful mood fer the blues!" He picked up his guitar and started sanging,
"Oh, my head hurts so bad, got take me a Bayer,
Yeah, my haid hurts so bad, gonna take me a Bayer
The only cure I see is y'all lectin' me Mayor"! |
| This paragraph is by
Ms. Boney Eyes Hopkins |
Electin' you mayor?/nananananah! It just ain't fayer!/nanananananah! that you, you Dog/nanananananah! would be in that off-is there/nanananananah! |
| This paragraph is by
Little Jim Henry |
"Mac" Morganfield had wandered into town with his guitar. He stared at the townscape with eyes dark as muddy waters. "All these people wanna talk about is politics. What happened to the blues? Main, the blues...that's the thang! Everbody gets the blues , but none these folks here wanna sang the blues. Even old Sleepy Blind Dog done sold his soul for the politics! Maybe if I sits here and plays them some of the real blues, they'd get to rememberin' what they really here for!" He picked up his guitar and began to play... |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
....and ever'body fell asleep 'cuz of the rhythmic sameness of the guitars beat.
They was a snorin' away,sawin' logs,as they say in the delta,when ever so softly the sound of a harmonica started to filter through and join in with the rhythmic sameness of the guitar.Louder and faster the sound came,waking the folks from their late summer afternoon slumber."Who dat?",cried Marla Carla Darla (amember her?),"souns like a train.""Onlyest person whut cin blow da harp like dat be Sonny Boy!",said Ike Entina,"He must've have got off da train in Helena an be comin' home to stay" |
| This paragraph is by
Old Gumbo McGee |
"Yassur,dat be Sonny Boy,aright",said the reverend,"Ain't a comin'on da train,tho.Dats just da way he sounds when he be playin' dat harp of his'n.Ain't no mistakin' dat freight train sound he plays." |
| This paragraph is by
Hippie Chick |
"Freight train, freight train, comin' 'round that bend, freight train, freight train, comin back again...." |
| This paragraph is by
Jim Morrison |
This is the end. |
| This paragraph is by
khandu |
Yeah, Mac Morganfield thought, "This is the End of my plans to be the Big Blues Main round here, what with ole Sonny Boy and his wildman harp comin' in to town! Main, why coudda he gone somewheres else! |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
"Why coudn't I go somewheres else!"SonnyBoy laughed."Hellsfire youngin',I been everywheres else there is to be.I been to Memphis.I been to Chicago.I even been to England for a couple of years playin' with the rock-n-roll crowd,I have.But I decided it was time to come on home and be with my friends.What say you get your guitar Mac and you and me can jam out front of the radio station?Maybe we can get someones 'tention and work it into a payin'gig" |
| This paragraph is by
Pojar |
As all this was going on, nobody noticed the stranger that just walked into town. He walked a long way to get there, wore dusty clothes and he was carrying an old suitcase in his right hand. |
| This paragraph is by
Coonass Culhane |
"What you reckon thet stranger is doin' in town Zebadee? I hain't never seed a feller what wuz more dusty."
Zebadee took a long pull from his pint of Rebel Yell and cocked his ass to one side. His answer was loud and malodorous. |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
"Jeezus Gawd!",cried Zebadee,wiping his burning eyes with one hand and fanning the air with the other,"Whut da hail ya bin eatin' whut makes ya cut one like dat!?" |
| This paragraph is by
Old Gumbo McGee |
"Must've have bin dem black-eyed peas an greens dat da Blueslady fetched up fer me da other nite"Big Mac laughed."Evrytimes I eats dat stuff I gets ta 'whistlin' da same tune-Beans,beans,da musical fruit.Da mores I eat,da mores I toot.Da mores I toot,da better I feels.I thinks I wants beans fer evry meal" |
| This paragraph is by
Beer Can Doo |
"Times iz hard but they's better dayz a'comin'!", the stranger sang as he trodded by the gaseous Zebadee, not even botherin' to look in ole Zeb's direction. "Thank de Lard, theys a Slow Train a'comin'. I been walkin dis road so long dat my feet wore down to my knees. I been carryin dis load so long, I doan know nuthin bout a life of ease. Times iz hard but theys a better day a'comin." |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
Zeb looked over to Big Mac and said"Did ya hear dat fella sayin' dat da better days is a comin'?"
"Shor did",replied Big Mac,"but I don' b'lieve it none.Da last time I heerd anything like dat was when ol' Hoover promised dat der wuz gwine be a chiken in ever' pot an dats all we got,one dead bird to last us thru da depression"
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| This paragraph is by
Old Gumbo McGee |
"I remembers dem days,I do",Zeb said rubbing the three days of growth on his chin,"Me an my littlest brother,Zack,used to fight over who was gonna get to eat the chickens haid.I always won 'cause I was bigger but sometimes I wud be a eatin' da haid and look down an see little Zack a cryin' an I would toss him da beek.Dat boys eyes wood lite up like it were his birfday or chrismas or sumthin' an he wood run off to da corner and chew on dat tuff old beek fer hours he wood.Dem depression years wuz some kinda tuff dey wuz.An I thinks prezident Bush is a tryin'to bring 'em back,I do" |
| This paragraph is by
Bess Truman |
"Yezzir", Big Mac said wistfully, "I sho nuff wished we had ole Harry Ass Truman back in duh saddle. He had em' made outta solid brass! Gib'em a good swift kick in the hangin' grapes and you'd sho nuf break yo foot. Ole Harry Ass, he didn't take no hockey, nawsir, sho didn't." |
| This paragraph is by
C.C.Ryder |
"Yep,'ol Harry Ass wuz a tuff sumbitch,he wuz",laughed Zeb,"Had a thing on him desk whut sayed 'da buck stops here' and he ment it too.'Ol Harry Ass dint take no crap off'n nobody,like theeze dumasses today.I amember he tol' dem Japs dat dey wuz gonna give up or else 'cause he wuz dam tired of da war goin' on so long.Da Japs thunk he wuz a kiddin' dem so he dropped a couple of dem atomic bombs on der ass an gots der atenshun rite-by-god-now,he did.Yep,ol' Harry Ass wuz one tuff sumbitch he wuz." |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty McGee |
"He mmmmighta bbbeen ttttuff",stammered Little Willie Lester,the drunken midget with a speech impediment,"bbbbbut he lllet his wwwommen fffolk pppush him arrround.And...and dddat dddaugh...ddddaughter of his was dda mmmmost ugugugliest gggirl i evvver sssseen.Yyyyou ccccould tttie a bbbone...tie a bone arrround her nnnneck an dddda dogs stststill would rrrunrunaway fffrom her!" |
| This paragraph is by
Anoneemiss |
I Like Ike |
| This paragraph is by
Charlie T. |
I like Tuna...I mean Tina! |
| This paragraph is by
lil' bro |
Now, about that dusty stranger who happened into town. Ol' Mac thought he remembered seeing that suitcase or something damn similar a few years back when he was bangin' on that box of his at a dive in Charleston. Got him to thinkin' he best find out who this fella was. Seems the last time he remembers seein' that case, some godawful stuff came down and he lost one of his best bud's. Or did he? |
| This paragraph is by
Jorunn the Berserker |
And so goes Time Turner Tales, featuring Pete & RePete, from DayJah Vue Productions. |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
Mac wnet an foun im some hep to rite a letta fo' his fren Walter to come down thyah an hep Mac an him see whut wuz dis feller whatall bout. longabouts a month an hear come dat Walter oddin de train, dress lahk he wuz a bank er sum such. HJad im his mouf organs wif im, nodded a hey to ol' sonnyboy, then looked up his ol pal Mac, he say "Hey Mac, what the hey you gone writin' me a letta come on daown heah fuh? I seen ol' Sonny, we ain' git nuffin done heah wit him herebouts. Les' us go own somers else an make some scratch fer ta git a bottle a RedAss." Mac lookt at Walter............ |
| This paragraph is by
Muddy Bottoms |
...Yazzur, Muddy Bottoms was a-settin' and a-meditatin' on the matter, jus' a-settin' there on that crackerbarrel on the porch and a-swiggin' on a bottle of strawberry soda pop. "Somethin' shady's a-goin' on down there at the Blood Highway -- Barefoot Smotis be a-callin' hisself OTIS or Smokey or PorkChop or Guitar TeeTee just to be a-slanderin' folks in many names. Some folks is jus' two-faced, but I reckon that ain't even nearly enough for Guitar Potty. An' his Cousin Cotis from down Houston way right there in it with him. It just ain't possible to tell how much said down there on that Blood Highway is real, and how much is jus' a load of hokum juice mashed up by Cousin Cotis and his cronies using phony names an' ID's. Some thangs is fundamentally flawed, and some thangs is fundamentally fraud. An' a fraud in need is a fraud indeed, an' we sho don't need none of that phony business." Yazzur, that's the way Muddy Bottoms thought 'bout the matter.
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| This paragraph is by
Too Bad Jim |
She was a flirty little thing, much younger than her forty years. He loved her before he knew what was even happening to him. He knowed it could never work but he jumped in the fire anyhow, with no thought to how bad it would feel to burn up like that. Blues couldn't save him or even cool the flames. "Too bad Jim, you're old enough to know better." they told him.... "Yeah, I know it..." and he walked on down the road. |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
sumpin in da swamp there. callin OUT. lonely like. Buford get askeert an' wunt leave da boat. i tol' im, Bufe, it's a muskrat iiz all. he say no, no, my great grandaddy wuz run down by revenoors back heah, they nevva foun his body, even a bone. he's back ta claim what's HIS!! i snickered, moved us 'long dat trotline. we done good so far, we had bout 40poun a yella cat in the boat wif us. come sundy we wuz agonna hab a fish fry in da yard at da church, up unner tdem shade trees, do a lil pickin'.
dat call, out in da swapm, a lil futher out then we wuz. Boford got plumb shakey on me. i said, Bufe, less us finish runnin this here trot, it gonna be noon afore we git ta dry land wif you carryin' on like dat! he set up front da pirogue, huddled up, mumblin. i moved us some mo' up the line, reached in at da nex hook, pulled up......sumpin might' strange there, could right see it. Bufe, i sez, holt up da lantin fo me. Bufe looks back over his shoulder, sez, i knew bad wuz a-comin, i knew it....but he helt up the light , and what ya know, what wuz on dat hook......it wuz a SATCHEL. |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
"Why da heck someone want ta throw a purfekly good satchel into da swamp?"Thought Bufe,"Somethin' don't smell right here an I ain't talkin' 'bout da fishes." |
| This paragraph is by
HC |
my G-d that satchel's HEAVY! whut in tarnation cud be innit??? |
| This paragraph is by
Old Gumbo McGee |
Bufe opened the satchel very slowly,knowin' that he warn't gonna like what he found inside."Holy jumpin' Jahosephat",Bufe cried when he saw what was inside the satchel,"Its the haid of Little Willie Lester the tongue tied midget!" |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
"why, las time i seen little willie he wuz in the alley, makin some kina shady deal wif dat river rat fum baton rouge. i neva liked dat feller, him an his shifty eyes an all....." |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
"why, las time i seen little willie he wuz in the alley, makin some kina shady deal wif dat river rat fum baton rouge. i neva liked dat feller, him an his shifty eyes an all....." |
| This paragraph is by
Uncle Crusty |
"Dey be sumfin rong wif dat guy,fer shur.Dat ole rite eye of his be a lookin' at da left eye and da left eye be a lookin' rite back at da rite eye.It be kina spooky!" |
| This paragraph is by
lundy |
"The haid o' little Willie Lester, gadzooks!!!" |
| This paragraph is by
Too Bad Jim |
It was getting dark and the clouds were piling up over the setting sun, creating a surreal landscape in deep red, orange and purple. Jim stopped dead in his tracks as he heard muffled voices coming from below him at the base of the levee. Something about a "haid inna satchel...." Curious, he started down the slope in the direction of the sounds, which were changing from low-pitched gutteral exclamations into high pitched gibberish and screams. He stopped short behind a clump of high weeds and peered into the gathering gloom to see the source. Down at the edge of the water were a half dozen of the most ragged looking individuals he'd ever laid eyes upon. They were circled around a fairly large suitcase and waving their arms and pointing from it and then at each another. One, called "Lundy-you-m@#her&^*#er" or something near to that, had picked up something from the suitcase, a wallet perhaps, and ran with it. And that is how Jim learned the man's name as the rest of the tribe called out to him,"LUNDY YOU M@#HER&^*#ER GIT YER ASS BACK HERE. |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
lundy wan't nobody's fool. nobody knew what he'd grabbed outta the case. it was HIS by DAMN. dat fidgit took it offen me an now i gots mine back!
the ones he lef behind split up, some stayed put by the case there at the edge of the water, some others took out after lundy, and the rest headed off fer the sherriff in town. lundy wan't much to look at but he knew how ta cover some ground. "them boys is et too much fatback. they won't never catch ME up!"
lundy got on downrver to the shady spot where he had his flatbottom tied up, and got on the water quick as he could. oars in the water, he was movin fast as the midnight freight outta birminham. then- no warnin-
ffffffZIP BAM~! a shot rang out from behind him on the bank. then another. both missed. "hm. big caliber there, 42.20 i reckons" lundy pulled all the harder. |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
lundy wan't nobody's fool. nobody knew what he'd grabbed outta the case. it was HIS by DAMN. dat fidgit took it offen me an now i gots mine back!
the ones he lef behind split up, some stayed put by the case there at the edge of the water, some others took out after lundy, and the rest headed off fer the sherriff in town. lundy wan't much to look at but he knew how ta cover some ground. "them boys is et too much fatback. they won't never catch ME up!"
lundy got on downrver to the shady spot where he had his flatbottom tied up, and got on the water quick as he could. oars in the water, he was movin fast as the midnight freight outta birminham. then- no warnin-
ffffffZIP BAM~! a shot rang out from behind him on the bank. then another. both missed. "hm. big caliber there, 42.20 i reckons" lundy pulled all the harder. |
| This paragraph is by
Miz Peg |
Mabbe, an assault rifle ringin' out in da swamps to keep the likes of lundy outta there. Those wood nymphs are mitey particular who romps around in dem der swamps.
Lundy, he did paddle so quick that both of dem oars slipped outta of his hands. Oops, now, lundy, is shore nuff up the proverbial creek without a paddle.
Anyways, lundy dove into the murky waters long enuff to reach the left bank of the river and get clear of the buckshot or worse! Whichever, he escape. But oh no..., he had left behind his treasured........ |
| This paragraph is by
Stephen Zinnerman (Benedict College) |
son, Stephen, Stephen Zinnerman was his name,ole boi bone in gawga,and souf calina, who is pissed at this bull shit ass never ending story about his family!!!!! fuck all of you very much!!! THE END |
| This paragraph is by
TooBadJim |
but....it wasn't the end after all...When Benedict Zinnerman fell out of the cab and into the darkened alley he barely felt a thing. The cold asphalt felt like home to him, the overflowing fishmarket's dumpster shielded him from the view of passerby and he slept where he fell out until dawn when suddenly.... |
| This paragraph is by
jawbone |
Ben awoke, still angry from his terrible dream- or WAS it a dream......? |
| This paragraph is by
mizpeg |
Yearning for youth, Ben felt the need for a quick flashback. Aaaaw, Mom's three helpings of grits a day. And with supper, he got the ultimate bonus: pan-fried cornbread with a pat creamery butter. Ymmmmmm Ymmmm!
But reality quickly settled in as a warm breeze blew the stench dumpster filled with fishguts in the direcshun of his nose.
The treasure he left was not actually a son but a map detailing..... |
| This paragraph is by
mizpeg |
not a terrible dream but a dream of |
| This paragraph is by
mizpeg |
not a terrible dream but a dream of |
| This paragraph is by
Gregg Cook |
A Dream of Hunger and Want, and a tale as old as the music of call and response they heard in the fields as cries and gutteral moanss that would make a man feel very small next to the vastness of their spirit. |
| This paragraph is by
Hippie Chick |
Listening to call and response out in the vast starry night, she feels at one with the singers, with the planet, with the universe. This epiphanous harmony with nature was like a beam of sunshine enveloping her mind, body and soul. All is one and one is all, she thought. And she realized that she had been given an incredible dynamic force within her, to facilitate justice on an eternal scale, not merely human concepts but activation of universal truths. |
| This paragraph is by
gregg |
The oneness made her realize all that needed done to make the world she lived in a better place. She felt a need as deep as the want in her heart to become totally mind body and soul as one with the univese she called in the pattern of harmonious then dissonant calls out into the fog of the delta night as it went out toward the leveee and the cane breaks that lined the craggy bottom that kept the land they worked from becoming quicksand and so much muck. Becoming one with the crags and bottoms and gullies and wash outs and oxbows and huge cranes and migratory fowl and beasts of the field became painful and at the same time, strangely liberating. |
| This paragraph is by
Mr.Fred |
"Meanwhile, my mind raced with the possibilities....my god they were ...
endless....endless possibilities!!
Yaz!!.....endless........"
"Lord, he runnin' scared..
Honey, bring me my boots and coat".... |
| This paragraph is by
Larry |
She Says, "yer boots and coat are in the trunk!" God! How coulda I fergot that! Lawd A-mighty whers my gun at? Looka him, e's runnin like some constipated wiener dawg! I fires one shot into the air and he stops and looks at me like I skeered him. He takes off a-runnin' again an' sits down on the crick bank by the house! He pulls out a battered 12-string Stella and begins to play the "Worried Blues". And while he's a singin' I start inside to reload me gun.....Gawd his voice is great, and his pickin ain't so bad either...But I'm tryin' to find my shells....... |
| This paragraph is by
Lonesome Dave |
Lord!!!!!Help me if you will.....My mind is gone, my spirit is swirling down the toilet of the world it lives in. I don't know where to turn anymore and I'm bitin' my nails to the quick. I got no woman no more.......Take me home fore I get anymore lost than I am. |
| This paragraph is by
Mumblin' Mac |
But he couldn't stop playin'. Without the music, what else was left? Nuthin'. Not one thin dime. And so he kept on a-playin', rememberin' what the big black man had said down at the crossroads, while the train was carryin' has baby from town. "Don't never let 'em take yo' guitar away, son. Don't never take yo' fingers off'n them strings, and you'll always be all right. No matter what. You be drinkin' them blues, early in the morning, when the sun goes down, stompin' 'em along slow... and when you gets to where yo' goin' down slow, yo' gonna be ridin' that train to Avalon, all night long. |
