Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

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zoe has a blog hop called the Six Sentence Story. The rules are simple: take the week’s prompt word and write a story about it/with it/against it. And make the story have only six periods. Six sentences, no more and no less.

This week’s prompt word is ‘SCRATCH’. The legend of Robert Johnson forms the basis for my Six this week. (Music vid included, being a total clark, how could I not?)



The night hung like a funeral shroud over the endless cotton fields; the dull crunch of store-bought shoe heels on the dusty gravel road called the child from the relative safety of his bed. A song that made him feel like crying in sadness and yelling in anger kept the boy at the open window of the tin-roofed shanty, like the frayed rope holding a dinghy against a rising tide.

Stopping in front of the house, the man, a lighter shadow against the midnight dark, set the long leather case on the road and said, “Get back in yo bed little man, ain’t nothin out this time of the night.”

The boy stared and thought about the rabbits out in the back huddled against the chicken wire fence and whispered, ‘There must be something, you out there, ain’t ya?”

The man’s eyes dimmed and seemed to shine and he said, fear and pride riding his words, “Ole Scratch and his hellhound been seen down to the crossroads ’round about midnight ever now and then. I aim to tell ’em I ain’t meant for them fields, I got me a guitar,” a defiant nod down to the case leaned against his leg, “and I aim to have the world know my name.”








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  1. Excellent.
    Imagery very easily conjured. (No pun intended!)

  2. Approve this one too….that I was FRIST!

  3. oldegg says:

    What a delightful tale. I was first introduced to jazz in the late 1940’s and in my late teens you would find me stomping in local trad jazz club in England drinking it all in…those were the days.

  4. Deborah Lee says:

    Crossroads! Play that devil away. :-) Great six, thanks for the images! (Off to listen to some Robert Johnson now.)

  5. UP says:

    Eggcellent!! I almost went with an Old Scratch reference but thought the better of. As always, good stuff!

  6. mimi says:

    Ah, i can see and hear them now. He won’t be held back, that man and his instrument.

  7. phyllis says:

    Nice story. Enjoyed the music – good match.

  8. I tried reading your story out loud. Didn’t work especially as I was stomping and swaying to the music at the same time!

    Click to see my six!

  9. What a well done classic crossroads tale. Nice use of the prompt word, uppercase and all.

  10. Sageleaf says:

    I’m liking the storytelling so much here! Believable, palpable and suspenseful. Well done! :)