Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Each week, our host, Denise, provides a prompt word and invites one and all to write a story based on that word. And, there must be six and only six sentences in the entire story.
CONTEST
His sweatsuit felt baggy, yet clutched at his legs, a surprisingly intimate assault, as goose-fleshed skin tightened into loops to the barbs of the heavy cotton fabric. The weekday afternoon became decidedly cooler once the hallways and walkways emptied of classmates and teachers; there was something about a school campus after school that reinforced the loneliness he managed to be distracted from during the school day.
“Good SATs and reasonable marks are not enough anymore, college admissions offices want to see well-rounded students, maybe the chess club or drama society..” the guidance counselor resisted the urge to grin at expression on the boy’s face; she’d had practice as he was just one of the sixty high school juniors she tried to help get into college and as far away from southeast Asia as possible.
The 440 yard hurdles: a relatively short run in a straight line, being tall, the hurdles didn’t seem such great obstacles and the interruption in momentum should result in a fair enough contest; it seemed a reasonable compromise between doing nothing and hiding in his bedroom for the rest of his life.
The brand new track shoes, still-shiny spikes on the soles clutched the turf, adding a pleasing amplification to his stride as he crossed the athletic field.
“Exactly like skis …only dry and the opposite,” his smile evaporated with the sight of the small crowd of classmates in the bleachers, nearly none of whom would have found his observation amusing.
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Have to be careful these days in helping kids. Look at Aunt Becky! Good six, nice job on the cue.
thanks Paul
Ahahahahaa!
A great SSS reflecting the challenge that so many young people escaping from the war that enveloped their nations had to face. They had so many things to learn and worked so hard to be able to achieve their dreams of a higher education.
“Exactly like skis. . .only dry and the opposite.” Reminds me of how difficult it can be to come up with the exact words one is looking for in the new language that still seems quite foreign.
thanks Pat!
Between nothing and hiding in his bedroom the rest of his life. I have a feeling that there are many that choose hiding in the bedroom.
Really good six!
…at least for a time.
I liked this image:
“Exactly like skis …only dry and the opposite,”
If my choice were to run hurdles or hide in my bedroom, well, look for me under the covers with a book!
my favorite latent-clark (picture a tiger in the jungle, swipes of snowshoe-sized paws slashing the foliage, cutting down small trees…she finds a heard of antelopettes and popping out of each talon, little flags with ‘Rip’ ‘Tear’ Rend Asunder(ok, two flags)… written in small friendly letters.
lol
Competing in a track event seems like a good choice, if it meant getting into college and avoiding the draft.
I was a college freshman when they had the ultimate lottery… put your birthday into a hat and see how lucky (or unlucky) you can be
Hopefully, as an adult, he won’t mind that most of the people now “in the bleachers” won’t find his observations amusing either. But he can still smile knowing there are a few that will.
Engaging Six.
Thank you!
Great use of creative descriptions!
Thank you, Lisa
This kid is running for his life in the best possible way. Great as always!
thanks Deborah.