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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.

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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


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

"The Devil and Johnny" by Llola Lane

"The Devil and Johnny" by Llola Lane
(based on the song "Devil Went Down to Georgia" by Charlie Daniels)

Johnny stood up on the hickory stump
so glad that fiddle was his,
he pull the bow across the strings
and they made an evil hiss.

He played that fiddle long and hard
and he felt the evil brew
But he didn't care, he kept on playing
until the evil grew

Fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The Devil's got his mandolin
and now that fiddler player too
cause Johnny took his dare
and now he's a demon too.

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun
pickin' and a grinnin' and having fun
He's got his soul doe see doe
and Johnny's now his and not his foe.

Together they play their evil sound
from high in the heavens to under ground
No one escapes the music they play
So if the devil comes calling.. best run the other way!

And they play fire on the mountain, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pan, now they're pickin' out dough.
"Granny, will your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

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