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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘wherein we concoct a word smoothie (‘palabra batido‘) to send to friends’

October 15, 2015 By

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

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Hey, if I seem to start and stop in the narrative here, today, that’s only because I have two (self-imposed) deadlines*,  being this Six Sentence Story and publishing Chapter 1 of Blogdominion. So the thing about z’s Six Sentence Story (and, now, the writing of the other story) is that I’m further reinforcing the belief that, although I do enjoy writing, I must suffer the tortures of the damned for at least 1, maybe 2 days before I hit ‘Publish’. Still, I enjoy it.  ….the writing of the story, not the tortures of the damned…. well, maybe that part a little too. Anyway,  Six Sentence Stories  You need to try it… it’s a helluva lot of fun.

Tears slowly dropped, like lava breaking out of the crust as it flows down the volcano-side, keeping his face suspended from the quiet, peaceful embrace of the pillow on the un-worn, sheets-unwrinkled-after 6-days single bed….

“If shedding a tear means having one less in the future, then I’m all for it,” the man-to-be said, getting off the bed and sitting behind the formica desk that filled 1/3 of the dormitory room.

“Hate to break it to ya, but it’s not that simple”, smiled the girl from the open door, “tears are not countable, and there’s no way of knowing how many you have left to cry,  …every girl knows that!”

‘Who the hell are you and what gives you any right to tell me that?’ he thought and then, throwing caution to the wind, spoke aloud, “I’m sorry, but were you talking to me?”

“…and besides!  I’m not a girl“, he continued to the empty doorway,  “but thanks for talking to me!”

…and she smiled to herself as she left the building.

 

 

 

*yeah, every bit as daunting as the ‘how the word came to be coined’, except without the getting physically dead part, here’s a link

**  no, seriously! I had, like, two paragraphs written that was a setup for the photo of the meerkats, it was an attempt at a ‘4th Wall’ voice in the story and I referenced Christina’s World (Wyeth) and TATs (Thematic Apperception Test) and everything, but then I realized that I was holding back on my avowed desire to improve my writing. Given how much help zoe’s been my breaking out of my own self-definition, I figured I better cut it out and take a chance with the first sentence, which proceeded to take on a life of it’s own, and you know how that goes….

 

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clarkscottroger About clarkscottroger
Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

Comments

  1. Kristi says:
    October 15, 2015 at 9:34 am

    You do a great job with description–“the formica desk that filled 1/3 of the dormitory room”. I wouldn’t have thought to add the 1/3 part, but it was the perfect touch.

  2. ivywalker says:
    October 15, 2015 at 2:32 pm

    I had to read this a few times…well maybe i should say wanted to read this a few times… Its a bit unsettling… Yes? I wanna know so much more about whats going on…

  3. valj2750 says:
    October 15, 2015 at 5:05 pm

    The man-to-be. Great description. Very Clarkish ending.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:
      October 15, 2015 at 5:10 pm

      thank you, well… I am a clark

      hey! that’s the thing I’m finding about writing (here at the Six Stories and Blogdominion)… when I make stuff up completely, the result (in reader reaction) is… ‘whatever’ but anytime I succeed at connecting to my own personal history (no matter how roundabout or obliquely) then I get a response…

      any thoughts?

      • ivywalker says:
        October 15, 2015 at 5:39 pm

        I think its a recognizable personal investment that helps readers connect more to the writer…ie the risk of the writers personal investment results in the reader feeling more invested in the actual storyline …and to some degree outcome…

        • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:
          October 15, 2015 at 9:57 pm

          agree
          …and also, at least for me as a clark, the rational (i.e. made up stuff) inherently lacks emotional content… the actual (or something in relation to actual) had, even though I may not have experienced it directly, plenty of emotional content

  4. lrconsiderer says:
    October 15, 2015 at 5:10 pm

    So now I definitely want to know more, but I wonder if (in true fashion) this is all there is…

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:
      October 15, 2015 at 9:55 pm

      believe it or not, it is part of my ambition to be comfortable with this (story, in particular and my relationship to the world around, in general) being all there is, alas I have not attained that level of development

      that was all it was and it was everything that would be

  5. oldegg says:
    October 15, 2015 at 8:20 pm

    OK, he’s not a girl but can still have cry after she has gone…she won’t be back.

  6. luckyjc007 says:
    October 15, 2015 at 8:26 pm

    Great story..love the “man-to-be” line.

  7. Pat B says:
    October 16, 2015 at 5:18 pm

    This is a very interesting story. I was wondering about several things, and rereading the lines several times. Good story.