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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop

1)  Una ——–⇓

2) Phyllis —————————————————–⇑

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Doctrine Six Pic of the Week: ‘Iron-Hearted‘ from Eliza Seymour

5) the Unicorn Challenge. Select ‘corn: ‘Unlimited Travel‘ by Tom (who has a positive genius for names (and appropriately quirky yet lovable characters)

6) the Great Stump Challenge: removal

Primus (Shovel, Pry bar and Cottage)

Secundas (Chain Saw and Pry Bar… )

Completus (Chain Saw:1 Stump: 0)

7) the Great Stump Challenge: Unintended lesson from childhood(ish) ‘When replacing the soil in a hole, the thinner the layers compacted, the more resistant the dirt)

8) something, something

9) oh yeah! Almost forgot! We’re nearing the exciting conclusion of our Serial Six, ‘…Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘ Let Tom and us know what ya think!

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

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

Friday already!

(Don’t tell anyone, especially not Doug or Misky, but of the three bloghops we participate in each week, this, the Unicorn Challenge is the most daunting of them all.)

While generally-speaking we do not indulge in serial stories, we do admit to having ‘come across’ a couple of characters that exhibit that rare and wonderful quality of ‘writing themselves’. I refer to ‘the Crone and the Stone’ who we first met here and, subsequently here.

This week our hosts, jenne and ceayr offer the photo below as inspiration for a story of no more than two hundred and fifty words.

 

“We’re too early!”

The woman shuddered impatiently, eyes scanning the empty train car, the platform and station and, finally, the man looming over her. Looking down on his companion, he exhibited the restrained power of a mountain snow-mass teetering on the edge of Spring.

“Find us an alley nearby, preferably with a streetlight you can put out with a stone!”

The stolid intensity of the man’s face softened at the hint of a compliment, lumbered off the platform. A half a block to Anchor Ln and, after a glissando of falling glass, awaited his companion in the dark alleyway.

Together in the shadows, the Crone leaned against the man; a drier and, arguably, more protective a wall to have at her back.

“Remember, back when you’d bring me a Saturday Evening Post from the canastair sgudal down at the train station and we’d leaf through it waiting for closing time to push the unfortunates to the sidewalks where they’d totter homewards like a desert cart with one bad wheel?” The old, grey woman retreated into her mind, leaving her tattered body to sway in the artificial breeze of cars racing past their hiding place, driven by the 21st century imperative of faster, faster…

The pair who, subjects of whispered tales of fearful parents to innocent children, were referred to simply as the Crone and the Stone waited for the crowds to be pushed towards the empty train car by the social peristalsis of last call on a Glasgow Saturday night.

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ [Part 1.5]

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: 1) the story must be exactly six sentences in length and b) the prompt word must be apparent, evident and/or otherwise referenced

Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story.)

Previously in our story: (from Tom): ‘Mooncross Industries‘ and (from us): First this. (then) this

Prompt word:

CORE

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now?”

“Get that goddamn woman back on the phone…” Lou Caesare rarely tolerated being unable to do something about a problem; having survived and, more importantly, thrived in the core of the extraordinarily-lethal world of organized crime, were an author to write the biography of the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge, an fitting epigraph might be:

All great men, criminal and honest, are possessed of a natural talent for performing before an audience and the most successful of these project an air of irrefutable sincerity.

“Miz Claireaux, I wanted to thank you for your efforts on behalf of my people,” Lou frowned at the smile of unalloyed approval on Diane’s face from the opposite side of the booth.

“Lou, how kind of you to say that and let me assure you, I will consider your input regarding how much destruction I arrange over there in Iceland. After all, a girl can’t kill every blind date who turns out to be a boor, of course a few, every now and then, well, that’s what makes life worth living, don’t you think?”

She laughed in a way that, were there normal people participating in the conversation, they would likely soon be found in therapy, a confessional or the depths of existential despair.

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ [Part 1.0]

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: 1) the story must be exactly six sentences in length and b) the prompt word must be apparent, evident and/or otherwise referenced

Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story.)

Previously in our story: (from Tom): ‘Diversion‘ and (from us): ‘“La naiba de vrăjitoare

Prompt word:

CORE

(Whitechapel)

“Well, I guess this incident, out near the London City Airport proves it, ‘You can’t win them all.'”

The classroom in the Whitechapel branch of the Order of Lilith could have been a Kansas farmhouse at the moment an F5 passed by, (cutting through the dooryard but miraculously missing the barn), such was the collective intake of breath of the thirteen acolytes.

Brother Aloysius paused, in demonstration of one of the rarest of gifts among those who would teach: a realtime synthesis of didactic and socratic method; officially the middle-aged man enjoyed the title of Headmaster, but as with so much in a life in the Order, it was both more and less than might be inferred in a more conventional education context; a voice from the back row filled the emotional vacuum.

“Brother Aloysius, people died; I knew a technician at Mooncross Industries and, well, I don’t know how you can be so uncaring about the loss of life,” ignoring the possibly rhetorical question, the man clad in the traditional brown robe and sisal rope belt addressed the room:

“Class, I will expect a twenty page paper from each of you tomorrow morning analyzing  John 15:1-27  justifying, if possible, explaining in historical context, if necessary, the point your classmate, Andrew, has raised,” the teacher focused his legendary baleful gaze at the latter, “Andrew, be prepared to open the class with a three minute oral presentation on the true meaning of this verse.”

“Now, before we break for our respective tasks preparing to open the Free Kitchen doors, never forget our core mission is to help the less fortunate, and know this: No one is disposable, everyone is expendable and you are here to learn to incorporate these two seemingly contrary sentiments, the better to maintain our Order as a counterweight to the influence and guile of the Fallen.

Any questions?”

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ [Part 0.5]

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: 1) the story must be exactly six sentences in length and b) the prompt word must be apparent, evident and/or otherwise referenced

Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story, right to where these new installments from us continue the narrative.)

The following (Part 0.5) is a little break in the action. Not quite a quiz. That said, a certain Reader once observed: ‘The best stories have characters with whom we simply enjoy spending time.’ We trust you will enjoy our little interlude.

Prompt word:

CORE

“Look, although all this international intrigue is very cool, don’t take this the wrong way, but your group, a Coordination of supervillains, well,” ~~~”Funny you say that, even though as a kid, I really believed I would grow up to be a superhero, I’ve reconciled myself to being a supervillain,”~~~ “Thing is, what makes me happy in life is dancing at Lou’s place and seeing my kid on vacation at the boarding school,”~~~ “You want to have a lot of kids too?”

“Listen, just checked with the pilot, well, he said we just broke up through five thousand two hundred and eighty feet of altitude and rising… I know we kinda just met and all, but would you care to join me in the aft restroom?”~~~”Hell, yeah…. but, being… er a bit older than me, you sure you can handle excessive G forces… no, wait, still got my cuffs, so lay on MacDuff!”

“The Bard wrote: ‘There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Leftenant, than are dreamt of in your philosophy’; might I offer the following question-slash-invitation, ‘How much do you know of Adam’s first wife?'”

“There is hope for this new generation, even if the vices are digital and the passion virtual, as long as their core values are intact, my web grows stronger with each passing day;”~~~ “Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now?”~~~ “In my very, very long life I have come to accept that Avarice, as found in a certain Garden, was both curse and gift but you, Constantin, are both my Uriel and Raphael.”

 

 

 

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