Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
I really need to write something. Not just to increase the likelihood that I’ll come across and idea that will templatize* into a Six Sentence Story, but to de-something my brain. Funny thing about this writing thing. It’s as much mood, as it is thought, at least for me. Anything I write worth reading, (Six Sentence Story foreplay excepted), is written in the morning (mostly) or at night (if I have to), but rarely ever in the middle of the work day. It’s as if the person I am/become/turn into in order to function effectively in the real world doesn’t have the slightest glimmer of… whatever it is that allows or prompts or inspired the creation of fiction.
huh… go figure. Anyway, this is zoe’s bloghop the Six Sentence Story and every Thursday she invites those so inclined to write a little story using only 6 sentences around a single prompt word. This week’s word is Contract.
Have fun!
Dorothy Gale cried, feeling nothing but anger towards Miss Gulch. Certainly, and Dorothy would be the first to admit, no one should live in fear of being attacked by dogs (or lions, or even monkeys). The thing was, Miss Gulch struck first, hitting Toto with a rake, so, naturally, the Law of Jungle (or Oz, or even home) exerted itself.
But life on the prairie had rules, people respected the social contract, and Miss Gulch was, in economic, educational and all measure of social standing, as far above the Gale family, as they were above their three itinerant workers. Dorothy might as well oppose the lack of benefits and job security that Hunk, Zeke and Hickory faced in their daily lives, being disadvantaged in effective job market skills (or education, or even in the courage to stand up for their rights).
It was part of what her new teacher, (her former teacher was killed in the storm that also destroyed the school building, although most of her classmates were also killed, by happy chance, Dorothy was absent from class that day), who was also the principle would say to the handful of surviving families on the last day of school in the newly dedicated Almira Gulch High School.
*not a ‘real’ word
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Thats one of the better takes on that story. Gotta love miss Gulch…
yeah, she’s always gotten the bad press
The unspoken social contract – interesting concept. Imagine Almira getting a high school named after herself, being a witch and all. Lions and tigers and bears,oh, no. I mean dogs and lions and monkeys, oh no.
lol
Coming soon to a Broadway theater: Wicked, part 2!
hey! great idea! lets write the story! (prequel to Wizard, early development of Miss Gulch, and perhaps (some) intersecting of life stories with Dorothy’s birth parents!*
nah…. we’d never get away with that (if I know what you’re thinking)…. but I’m up for if you are
This is awesome! AND HOW WEIRD THAT WE BOTH WROTE ABOUT TORNADOES! What up wit dat?
If Dorothy hadn’t skipped school to run away, she would have been dead too, huh?
I have to say that Miss Gulch turning into the Wicked Witch of the West as the house was swirling in the tornado was the second scariest part of the movie (the flying monkeys being the first).
those fricken flying monkeys! damn! second scariest movie thing (first being the banshees in Darby O’Gill and the Little People… that keep me awake way, way too long)
Like minds, little lady, like minds…
I genuinely don’t know… but then again, if you think I’m comfortable with Stream of Consciousness in the my everyday posts, the Six Sentence Story is like… hey!! random thoughts Stat!!! now write it down!! no, it doesn’t matter if it makes sense, write man….write!
(I trust you won’t mind, if I end up following up on the idea Kristi suggested about writing the story of Miss Gulch (ala Wicked)….I don’t use you as …not a model (that would hardly be nice)… but more as a ‘connection point’… which seems to be part of what I do with anything that ends up being even slightly readable)
You totally should write a prequel about Miss Gulch!
yeah…… sounds like what I need to do next (now that Blogdominion is within 2 Chapters of concluding). I will surely talk myself into a roadtrip out to Kansas or Oklahoma or whichever state that the Gales lived in
…and what adventures Dorothy had!
…well, we’re not in Kansas…
Gulch is definitely the scariest part of that movie – but good for her getting a school named for her. Or maybe the flying monkeys are the worst? Tough call. Love your spin on that tale.
Like you, I write best in early morning or in evening, and even the writings of those two timeframe differ significantly in tone. Mid-day robs me of inspiration and creativity, though I hope to remedy the realities of everyday life at some point.
I have never stopped to ponder what life might be like after the storm, truly scary thought, and you did it so well!
thank you