Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Way early to start the Post, especially in light of how many different directions I’m being pulled, writistically-speaking*, of course. But it do find it immensely helpful to start the post early, even if what I write (such as this) has nearly nothing to do with the end product. The aforementioned end product, of course, is a Six Sentence Story. Our friend and hostina, zoe invites you, me and that person who is here for the first time, to write a story using six and only six sentences.
So the word for the week is ‘season’ (or SEASON)… six sentences.
*not a ‘real’ word
A Season of Reason.
They crept quietly through the underbrush. There was movement ahead, and that was hardly ever a good thing in the forest, away from clearings which afforded the illusion of the option of escape. Their leader lead them with a seasoned confidence that was written into his very genetic code. Every aspect of his manner (in both how he moved and the lack of fear he exhibited) was meant to bolster weakening resolve in the others. The clear message: run and die alone, follow and escape will be found.
The source of the sound, the seed of many a nightmare for the survivors, appeared looming above the surrounding vegetation, a black obelisk floated near what seemed to be its head and the blinding light of a thousand stars burst from it, again and again.
(psst…. down here)
(no! way down here)
farther…. you’re supposed to read the Six before you see the photos….
no cheating!
guess this is far enough
About clarkscottroger
AWESOME story…i want more of this one! More importantly…DID YOU GET CHICKENS!!???
lol…. no! a property that I have listed, the neighbors have chickens… wild (possibly feral) chickens at that!
Is the property in Hawaii? (jk) There are chickens all over Hawaii, which surprised me. (And I was further perplexed as to why the grocery stores advertise “mainland eggs,” as if those would be better than fresh, local eggs.)
nope… about halfway between my house and the office… we have the very wooded terrain prevalent so that you could be on a major road and hardly notice it, for the vegetation and such
Read a report recently that home kept chickens 🐔 are causing a salmonella crisis. Frankly I think it’s just the chicken industry weighing in. Conspiracy theory anyone?
Im with you Paul…and the fact that everything is now upgraded to crisis proportions in order to gain the public attention through fear.
see below… I’m betting you’ve read (and enjoyed the book) (now I totally have to reread it.)
funny you should say that…the conspiracy thing I was ‘talking in the Facebook’ about a wonderful book, ‘The Illuminatus! Trilogy‘ and was wondering how it would stand up to a re-reading, having read it in the mid 70s it (the book) being a wonderful collection of virtually every secret conspiracy theory anyone can think of, my point being, nowadays when the fact of ‘conspiracies’ is common knowledge, how effective is the cultural conditioning regarding conspiracies (especially ‘secret ones’ which can be safely disregarded).
lol…. what? oh, yeah! it was a fun Six
I didn’t see that coming!
thanks! (high praise, especially here with only six sentences to misdirect the reader)
You made me hope for escape!
Nice chickens.
don’t know much about chickens, other than they don’t seem to like to play fetch
The final photos cast wonderful illumination on the basis for this story, totally changing what we first perceived it to be. Awesome!!! I loved the bit of wisdom mixed in about the leadership role, we need more leaders like that. I’ve had one or two in the past who did resemble chickens!
thank you! that was the ‘real’ prompt this week, took out my black obelisk and snapped away
Nice twist, nice Six. :-) Chickens make me nervous though; no idea why.
because they seem to be deliberately stupid?? no, really! I don’t like ’em either and as close as I can figure, it’s because of that
Cock a doodle doo! nice one.
My 6SS – Life’s Seasons
thanks
Oh, my, Clark. Of course I first thought we were having a Boy Scout Camperee or something. The obelisk, the gun, the stars. Great metaphor. It’s a real writer who can tell a story through the mind of a chicken.
Great story! I had to go back and reread it.
they are fun…