Blog displaying the writings of Austin Mitchell. Here you will find some of my shorter stories, excerpts from my novels and plays. I also plan to write about some Jamaican cooking, both now and in the past. I also intend to do research on the Tainos, the Arawaks and the Caribs.
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The Mother River by Austin Mitchell Once, hundreds of years ago, there was a great river. It was called the Mother river. Some said that it was in the north of the island, others said that it was in the middle of the island, but others disagreed, saying that it was in the west. Although it was known as the Mother river, people called it the magic river, the golden river and many other names. One of the main villages the river passed through was reportedly called called Dunklet. The people of Dunklet worshipped the river. They depended for their very lives on this river. They bathed, swam and caught fishes in its waters. They often wondered at the size of the fishes they caught. They were so big and juicy. They used its waters to irrigate their fields. From their fields they got the finest crops. Nobody in Dunklet went hungry as there was always lots of food to go around. ...
The Big Steal a short story by Austin Mitchell Mr. Burton couldn’t believe his eyes. Two hours ago he had left the two goats tied to the guava tree to go and attend to his cows, now all that was tied to the tree was the rope. He wondered if by chance the rope had gotten loose and the goats had wandered off. He began to worry as they were quite a few small farmers like himself around. They planted a variety of crops and he knew the damage the goats could cause. He called over to his nearest neighbor, Garnet Green, but only Velma, his wife, was there. Mr. Burton went to the line and called to her. “What’s happening, Mr. Burton? Garnet had to go up to Browns Town this morning,” Velma said. “He told me that you were going down to Falmouth this morning.” “I had planned to do that, but righ...
The Robber Gamblers by Austin Mitchell Calton and Liston were playing cards. They were playing poker. Carlton was wining the games. He knew that he was better at any card game than Liston. “How much is your bike worth, Liston?” Calton asked. Liston smirked. “You will never own a bike like the one I have, guy," he boasted. Calton laughed, he knew he was close to cleaning out Liston. They shuffled the cards again. They played for another forty five minutes. Liston threw down his last thousand dollars and they began playing again. Calton won the game again. He stretched his hands to pick up the money when suddenly Liston pulled a knife on ...
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