Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted, each Thursday, by Denise. She invites us to write, imagine, dream, compose and otherwise relate a story involving the week’s prompt word limiting the length to an exact six sentences. No more and nevermore.
This week’s prompt word:
Goal
The pool of light spread over the top of the desk, fell off the edge and filled every corner of the room with darkness. Little changed from the protective globe of heat and light of prehistoric campfires; the earliest unacknowledged lesson bestowed on early Man was: what kept the darkness at bay served as a beacon to that which prefers the shadow to the light.
The computer keyboard was pushed to the side of the scarred desktop, the monitor cast a weak, somehow profane illumination, like a votive candle burning in the corner of a hospital operating room. The man stared down at a common, everyday pad of lined paper and read the Latin words balanced on blue lines stretched across the yellow paper: ‘Quod est propositum vitae superesse (‘The goal of life is to survive...’)
A sound stumbled in the darkness beyond reach of the light; in a patently atavistic response, his ears moved, individually of their own accord, long unused muscles striving to locate the source of a sound almost too faint to hear.
A feeling of being pulled towards the dark corners of the room was interrupted by the sound of an incoming email; the electronic reproduction of a musical note was so perfect, as to instantly identifying it as artificial, like gears and levers beneath the robes of a clockwork god.
About clarkscottroger
The room felt cold, i could feel it creeping in.
To borrow from a wonderful title by Ray Bradbury, ‘Something wicked this way comes…’
I am one of those who think children should still be taught how to read and write cursive, if for no other reason that to be able to read what has been written in the past. Of course this comes from she who has tried to read the cursive writing on an old journal written on foolscap paper.
Your beginning sentence made it easy to visualize the light flowing down the sides of the desk.
Yes, that artificial musical note is one that has been imbedded in our psyches one touch at a time.
Again. This week. The music to accompany your 6. Perfect.
“A sound stumbled in the darkness..” Really like this.
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Beautiful contrasts making for an engaging six!
thank you, Lisa
every week man, every week! Great job.
thanks, man
Really stark. I especially like the musical accompaniment
yeah… there was so much potential in that scene (light against dark, technology against ancient)… and once I got my math straightened out… (I just realized I had 7 sentences… lets all agree it was the demon Spellcheckathoth). lol
Wow, that was neat, the music definitely added to the six.
It would be of interest to me to know how much we accept as is real is in fact artificial, light. sound.perceptions? Excellent six, as always, Clark.
one could argue all is artificial, that reality is perception… actually I kinda like that approach (while still allowing for the kind of concrete pragmatism that keeps the car real as I drive along at 80 mph
thanks, V
I so look forward to your SSS’s every week. They never disappoint.
Thank you, Susan.