Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘you shoulda heard what they said!’

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That phrase? I totally heard it on the phone when calling a large, corporate entity. Yow, I know!

Six Sentences (One) Story

I want everyone to join in this week. Write a story. Make it exactly Six Sentences. Link it at zoe’s blog. It’ll be fun!

The photo above? I have no idea what that image has to do this week’s Six. As it is, at the moment I’m trying to keep my eyes open as I type. It’s 8:53 pm and I’m in danger of nodding off. If I can only keep moving (and awake) for maybe fifteen minutes more, I should get my second wind and get some writing done.


“Hey, quit ya pushing, I’m not the one holding us up,” Tommy muttered, as much to himself as the kid behind him; he didn’t bother to turn around, ’cause from the sound of it, that kid was being pushed too.

Somewhere ahead was a sound, and a flash of something that hurt his eyes, (like when you walked out of the side fire-doors of a movie theatre after the matinee); the sound, that was like the yell from the top of a roller coaster, though, sometimes it was more like what you heard when they were giving shots in the nurses office.

The walls were only an elbow away and was covered with writing, but it only started to made sense if you weren’t trying to read it; the floor was smooth and at a slant and the ceiling, the ceiling was the worst. The one (and only) time Tommy looked up, the line seemed to speed up; worse, the writing on the wall seemed to mean something he thought he could understand, but the feeling in his stomach was awful, so he went back to watching the boy in front.

The flashes/shouts up ahead lasted longer and the intervals were starting to turn into one thing, when Tommy noticed he was yelling.

Feeling a sudden, desperate wish to go somewhere else, as Tommy stepped/was pushed forward, he saw scrawled on the wall, ‘Entrance to adulthood; the good is great, the bad is awful, one way only.’



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  1. This was wonderful, I loved the conclusion… so very true! We wait so eagerly to be grown, and then one day we wake up and realize being a grown up isn’t all that wonderful at times, and we wish for the innocent, simply fun days of childhood with minimal responsibilities and worries. Great photo for your tale too!

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      the thumbnail photo makes perfect sense (and I found it after finishing the post), the main photo (in the post) was one a took from my office this week (never know when a photo of two crows fighting over a McDonalds bag wouldn’t become totally perfect for a post).
      I’ll resist the impulse to say, ‘if only we knew then…’

  2. UP says:

    Perfect description of the trauma that is transition

  3. Brenda says:

    Oh – if it were really that sudden!

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      a good observation, would it be ‘better’ or ‘far, far worse…and (even) more traumatic? lol (not that I have any feelings on the subject)

  4. phyllis says:

    I like the image of Tommy not aware of his own screams on the ride towards adulthood – well written.

  5. This made me smile. As a matter of fact…I’m still smiling☺

  6. Hey! Wait a minute! That’s not the emoji I clicked lol

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      what the hell! imagine the (subtle) disruption when these emoji start getting inappropriately picked, like a spellcheck gone bad

  7. messymimi says:

    Oh, the good is great and the bad is awful, and sometimes i wish i could go back for a day or so, just to relax!

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      what was the myth about Lethe (the goddess, not the river)? suspect the catch would be if you went back you couldn’t know what you left, the reverse of the story, in a sense.

  8. oldegg says:

    Yes, that eager dash to adulthood and the never ending regret wanting to turn the clock back as you get older. Brilliantly written.

  9. Deborah Lee says:

    Oh, nice surprise ending! I was picturing a slaughterhouse…but I’ve been reading a book about Chicago and its infamous stockyard Bridge of Sighs from the nineteenth century. I’m not sure which is worse. lol

  10. R L Cadillac says:

    Oh my…Oh my–this is stellar, and painful. Well done!

  11. valj2750 says:

    It’s what we all wait for impatiently as kids and then when we get there – yikes. Ferris wheel, roller coaster and shackled dungeon all at the same time. I’m entranced with your story.

  12. luckyjc007 says:

    Love this! I wasn’t sure what to expect the end to be, but certainly not the entrance to adult hood! Great lines…”the good is great, the bad is awful, one way only.” So true :)

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      lol (favorite compliment: “...wasn’t sure what to expect the end to be“)

  13. I had a feeling that’s where you were going with this – well done! The writing only made sense if you weren’t trying to read it – that might be my favorite. And whatever the photo is – I love it. Made me laugh, although I’ve no idea why.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      I will admit, that (“the only made since if”) is an actual real thing, albeit a thing I brought back from a dream… sideways looking definitely had it’s advantages.