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Orders To Play

April 4, 2021

            Every Sunday we have a Soggy family gathering. River folk come from all round and over the river and through the woods to share in all the doins`.  They gather round the shoreline and spin tales bout` that Ol’ Man River of theirs. 

          The women set up tables loaded with good ole Lousianna vitals by the boat dock, two long rows of the ladies county fair best dishes and one row of sweet baked desserts. One lucky Soggy teen was giben` a fly swatter and told to swat bugs and sticky fingers when needed. 

         Here Mama Soggy stokes her corncob pipe, hitches up her pantaloons and goes fishing in the ole` mill stream after making sure dem` women hab` a fire going fer` the fish she gonna catch.

         It’s a  Lazy river view of chock-a-block ole` men sampling Paddy’s eye water under a giant oak tree. Younger men chasing after the gals with their trotting harness on. Dads fishing with their kids  and knee-high to a grasshopper younguns swimming in the dark waters at the bend of the river where the river is at its shallowest.

          All n` all Whatever’s Your Pleasure the Soggy folk hab` it offered. 

          After a satisfying day of games, courting, lie swapping and Mama Soggy’s fish fry a bonfire is built and everyone picks a spot to rehash the day’s delights. It isn’t long before them what brung their fiddles and such tune up fer` a country playoff. 

          Now I practice three hours daily on my violin so I won’t get worse. I don’t want to upset my dad. But der truth is I can’t hold a tune in-a bushel barrel.

           I overheard him telling my uncle;It’s a real Strad, you know. If it isn’t I’m out one hundred and ten dollars. “ And dad whispers, “The reason I got it so cheap is that it’s one of the few Strads made in Japan.’  A deal like this happens only once in a blue moon.”

           And gosh dang would’nt I know’d it? Dad brung my violin. Un` he gib` me orders to play; River of No Return “

           A dozen fiddle jammers tuning to bow der crowd look up pect-ent-ly at me. And so wid nervous fingers i lifts that fiddle and begins to play squeaky notes and ear piercing whines nuff to chase bats n` beetles from der caves. 

           Dey probably would oh` strung me up, but a big ole grizzly came running outs` dem` woods. It was foaming green spit and wid` eyes wild wid` pain it came fer` me. Ebery one stood and watched. Not a sole tried to stop that critter. Why most ebery one cheered as dat smelly crazed critter threw me un dad’s Strad into der` ribber. 

            Dat bear feasted on the Soggy family’s picnic vittals until it had its fill. Then it stood high on dem bear legs oh` his roared, turned and lumbered off into the woods. 

             Dad held an auction fer dat fiddle, bought me a washboard and the Soggy folks left the ribber wid` a nodder tale to tell.

(CLARICE) 04/01/2021

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 3.14 Topic: What’s Your Pleasure

Topic – Lika and  Picture – the David 

Hard Bonus (2 points): Quote Jack Benny – 

I practice three hours daily on my violin so I won’t get worse.

It’s a real Strad, you know. If it isn’t I’m out one hundred and ten dollars. The reason I got it so cheap is that it’s one of the few Strads made in Japan.

Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include a Phase of the Moon – blue moon

Secret word/phrase – 1. Lazy river view  2, ole` mill stream  3. Boat dock  

4. River of No Return  5. Bend of the River 

6. Over the River and Through the Woods 7. Ol’ Man River 8. Dark waters

9. Fishing 10. Shoreline

On a Cold Dark Night

February 6, 2021


   Rory awoke with  the zings’ and immediately ran for the toilet. He and his fellow officers had drunk in the dead of night till the dark shadows of the evil Twilight zone surrounding them were conquered. All this running and hiding from Betty Lou’s ice age monsters was wearing them all down. 

      He looked outside to see —

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing                                                                                             Are the fires of Hell a–glowing                                                                                                    Is the grisly reaper mowing                                                                                                                   Yes, the danger must be growing   

      The night stalkers Purple People Eater and Trilobites prowled round the police hideout. Their gigantic wings stir up tornadoes of wind driven objects into the air striking everything in site. And with deadly intent they blew long fiery blasts into the Black veil of night. The woman in black watched gleefully the fiery war in the air around her. 

     The war was intensifying. And all the police squad could do was watch.  Pecorino Romano joined Rory at his watch station. He was eating an icecream cone of all things. Rory stared at the man and exclaimed: “At a time like this you can eat?”

      Ten thousand tons of ice cream if i could’,  replied Romano. “There is a Dairy below us grinding the stuff out as fast as it can.”

     Harry sat up upon hearing the men . “Hmm, we have a dairy here. Maybe we can beat Betty Lou after all.” he thought. 

       “Romano! Show me this Dairy.”  he said as he picked himself up. “ The black widow is in for a frosty treat. That Devil’s bride shall bath in icy favors instead of dragon’s breath bar-b-que. Hurry now we’ve little time left”  

       “On a Cold Dark Night ” he breathed. “I’ve found the answer to this devil’s curse. And chased after Romano humming ‘Me And My Shadow’.

(clarice) 02/02/2021

My apologies for posting so late. I had a bonus guess going round and round in my head but couldn’t nail it.

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 48.13 Topic: On a Cold Dark Night                                              Guesses for Topic – Blue man- Dave  and Picture – Jolene

Hard Bonus (2 points): Include a song lyric from the original Willie Wonka movie –

 from “I Want it Now” – Ten thousand tons of ice cream

from “The Rowing Song” –
Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing                                                                                             Are the fires of Hell a–glowing                                                                                                    Is the grisly reaper mowing                                                                                                                   Yes, the danger must be growing                                                                                                                  Easy Bonus (1 Point): Use the term ‘the zings’ correctly (it means hungover)

Guesses for secret word/phrase:  1. Dark shadows  2. The woman in black                                             3. The night stalker  4. Prowl  5. Me and my shadow  6. Black veil  7. Twilight zone                           8. Devil’s bride  9. Dead of night  10. The black widow

Tagging Martien

A Wicked Frenzy

November 8, 2020

     Horrified McManus watched as Betty Lou in a wicked frenzy went off the deep end. Developed into a furious and malignant, incredibly evil, grotesque old rabid fire breathing Medusa.

     With murderous laughter, she cast a circle around the room. “This night I declare no man nor woman shall escape the devil’s power. Into this circle shall the earth be imprisoned. I mote an asp to poison with, a lizard to shed its fire, a banshee to call the devil’s bidding into my cauldron of bubbling disaster. Then she lifted her pitchfork wand and a hell breathing fire erupted around her circle.

     McManus gasped, “You are vomiting blasphemy Betty Lou.” I don’t know where this Harry is or why you need his paper. But my friends are coming and will stop you.” “Oh God please let me be right”, he silently prayed as he watched the yellow ball slowly wobble across his chin.

      Betty Lou cackled “ Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option. And she aimed her wand, sending McManus to hang over the cauldron.
    “Yeah!, Yeah!” her imps and crew shouted.And set out to find Harry.

       Meanwhile Harry is enjoying himself  Wasting time on a Slow travel vacation with a Relaxing drink of Long Island iced tea.  His Ocean view is A view to kill of a tropical Blue lagoon. While sittin’ on the dock of the bay he thinks, “  It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, so I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink till mananja”, unaware of the turmoil his formula is causing.

(clarice) 11/07/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 35.13 Topic: Off the Deep End                            

Hard Bonus (2 points): Use a song lyric from singer Post Malone    

Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah from  ‘No option”                         

Easy Bonus (1 Point): Include the word “blasphemy”

Topic: Tyler & Picture: Jay

Secret word/phrase: 1. Relaxing drink  2. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere             3.  sittin’ on the dock of the bay  4. Wasting time  5. Blue lagoon      6. Slow travel vacation  7. Long island iced tea  8. Ocean view  9. A view to kill         10.  I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink

The Devil Stirs

November 1, 2020

The Devil Stirs,

A   blonde haired, blue eyed girl sits Patiently waiting in a French cafe. Thinking “Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring should I add One lump or two to my afternoon tea.” She’s the Woman in blue and white shirt, Pink lips, Rose choker necklace and   Black beret teasing the fellows who stare at her beauty. 
     I’d Be Lion  or is it lying? I’m no good at spelling. But I want to saunter over and whisper in her ear, “ Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear  

     “What shall we make my cop boy?” she snarls. As the blonde beauty turns into Betty Lou tickling his chin with a knife. 

      And MaMullan wakes up in a fright.

     “I must have Harry’s note before the witching hour tonight. The devil stirs, commands his obedience . His words are written in blood, what hell we’ll bring to this earth.”  And with those words the room suddenly fills with dancing imps holding on to  Helium filled spears all pointed at him. 

     What more could happen? He looked. The ant filled ball still balanced on his nose, the walls were closing in with horrors of creepy crawlers and the imps floated with menace towards him.

      “Last chance McManus! Or I’ll let the devil have you” 

(clarice) 10/31/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 34.13                                                                                     Topic:  I’d Be Lion                                                         Topic:    The David                                                                                                          Picture:  Jonathan                                                                                                          Hard Bonus (2 points):  Use a Bon Jovi lyric –                                                          From  ‘Livin’ on a prayer’  Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear Easy Bonus (1 Point):   Mention Helium                                                                    Secret word/phrase: 1.  Pink lips 2.  One lump or two  3.  French café            4.  Woman in blue and white shirt  5.  Rose choker necklace   6.  afternoon tea  7.  Black beret  8. Patiently waiting 9. Sweet tea needs that sugar stirring             10. blonde haired, blue eyed girl  

Demons and Devils

October 24, 2020

    Betty Lou’s comrades watched their satanic leader carve the devil’s image on McManus’ chest. And from a back corner the brown rats waited for the leavings. 

    As McManus lay there helpless, he remembered Johnny Cash’s words from ‘Hurt” “I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real,” Boy! Had Johnny got that right.

    Had he really been falling in love with this lunatic? Rory would slap him on the back and say: “If your heart was really broken, you’d be dead. So shut up.’

     Well at least he wasn’t dead yet. 

He could feel his whole body crying for relief and he couldn’t Shake it off

     The room was cast in  extreme density and negative charges. Creepy feelings he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Objects made of neo light and gruesome shaped knives and hammers danced close to his being. And a rope curled and crawled the walls like a snake. 

     Betty Lou leered Cross eyed at him and continued to carve him up. What and how was he supposed to escape?

     And now she has something Marshmallow yellow in her hand. 

     “Lets see if you can do a  Balancing act” she laughs.  “See  Yellow ball on nose. Guys? It is full of Army ants. McMullan, those ants are going to be let loose if you don’t tell me where Harry is. 

     McMullan, horrified, passes out.

     Rory, Mintzy and the other officers now grim faced started following the clingy Obsession odor through the hospital corridors. 

     Rory turned to the group of officers and said, ‘I want no Monkey business as we search these halls. Chuck you’re not Curious George the Silly gorilla. So stop with the Very ape gestures. Searching for this gang by sniffing for Betty Lou’s scent is a very good idea. We don’t have time to get a couple of scent dogs in here. And there are too many women whose perfume scent could throw them off.” 

     After about 15 minutes had passed when Chuck excitedly signalled for them to stop. “The gangsters split up here.” he cried. “See! Something was pushed down this laundry chute. The door has traces of blood on it and a white cloth like a hospital gown is caught on its edge, Could be Officer McManus’s. And that perfume odor is going down the left hallway.”

      Rory tapped Chuck on the shoulder. “Good catch Chuck.” 

      Minzy looked around and said, “Someones got to go down that shute. Any volunteers?”      

     Rory laughed and said, “We’ve got our own monkey here. Come on Chuck! Take off your gear and put your weapon in your belt. We’ll see you at the bottom of the chute.” 

Chuck stripped and gingerly climbed into the Shute feet first.

Rory gave him a shove. And Chuck went flying down the chute. While Mintzy, Rory and three other officers ran down the left hand hall for the hospital elevators.

(clarice) 10/24/2020

Ecrits Blogophilia 33.13 Topic:  WRITER’S CHOICE: Demons and Devils

Hard Bonus (2 points): WRITER’S CHOICE mention 3 kinds of torture   –                                  carve up, brown rats and broken heart

Easy Bonus (1 Point):   WRITER’S CHOICE lyric from Johnny Cash song –

“I focus on the pain, the only thing thats real,” from Hurt

Secret Word/Phrase:  1. Silly gorilla (monkey)  2. Cross eyed  3. Yellow ball on nose                 4.  Very ape            5.  Monkey business  6.  Marshmallow yellow  7. Shake it off                             8.  Balancing act  9.  Now what do I do with it  10.  Curious George