Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Six Sentence Story refers both to the weekly bloghop and the number of sentences in each post.
Denise is the host.
This week’s prompt word:
ZONE
“More fundamental than the pull of the sea or the shy temptation of a rising moon, metaphor calls the human mind as surely as a mother’s breast to the child. Nature, in it’s cycles and zones, seasons and climates, provides the virgin chalk and loudly-dark slate to the one species that demands it.
The true curse of the fruit of a tree in a certain Garden, is not the knowledge of good and evil, it is an endless hunger for something more than direct experience; surely the proof Mother Nature possesses a sense of humor, lies in the abundance available to the dominantly-reckless species to satisfy its need for something to be like something else.
Abused and eaten, enslaved and discarded, all creatures of the natural world are blessed witnesses to the endless torment of believing a comparison of one thing (or event, or thought or perhaps an ambition) becomes more real when held up to another thing (or idea, or weakness or guilt); this will be on the final exam,” the woman, her softly-rounded body held in liege to the black robes of the academic, stepped back from the podium.
“Will this be on the final exam,” the question rose above the gathered student body.
“As surely as the sun rises in the East,” smiled the professor.
The following song has been stuck in my head all week. In the day, I had not a moment for Ms. Mitchell. (not too much a clarklike female, is she? lol) Now, with the writing simian squarely established on my shoulders, her lyrics are the temptation. Like when, back in college days, standing next to your car in the parking lot of the night club and the nearly subsonic bass line would reach out through closed doors and make you want to walk faster.
…like that, only less ear-damaging loud and, more rosé-and-macrame, in a candle-lit dorm room, hoping to get lucky.
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Excellent, as always.
thanks, man
Wow! You did it up big time! Always a pleasure.
funny about the process…spent a restless night trying to resolve two other (different) drafts of a Six, only to have what I published appear at the last minute.
Wow – amazing 6.
thank you
How did you know my teacher?
lol
Excellent SSS, sir.
My favorite sentences? #3 and #4.
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Wow! Now that gives one something to think about.
Will most certainly be on the final exam.
lol… but not too much.
A testy Six, worthy of examination.
And truly enjoying the great poet, Joni Mitchell; thanks for sharing.
thankee, Miz Avery.
(funny about life and interests and such… I totally scorned those girly-lyrics back in the day. Now I scramble for such things as evocative words and phrasing and the ability to type 120 a minute*)
* am of the age, in high school there were three tracks: vocational, business and college guess the core demographic of the one that offered the only skill of value in the 21st C? lol. well, even there I’m being left behind…. I should have paid more attention to finger painting class in kindergarten … my texting might then be something more than… “lets see, ‘L’ click.. (watch your thumb!!)…’E’ click
The professor made his class time interesting! He who writes the curriculum determines the content and exam questions. Nice Six, as always.
This has such a mystical feel and then it pulls the rug !
lol
sorry as soon as I tried to put the mystical into someone else’s mouth…the rest followed