Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Denise is the host.
The Rule is: Six(7) sentences per story, without fail, though unreliable narration is permissible.
This is a ‘Whitechapel Interlude‘ week. In our last installment, Mother Schader was meeting a shady man on a dark night in front of a black church in a middle-European city renowned for it’s capacity for keeping secrets. While, back in Whitechapel, Brother Abbott is trying to educate his students to a level of awareness that might offer the slightest improvement to their odds of survival in a war that will never be declared.
This week’s prompt:
GEAR
“How may I be of assistance, Frau…” the hint of a smile added a note of cynical amusement to the honorific; Cyrus St. Loreto’s voice embodied the suave sophistication of an educated upper class gentleman.
Mother Schader gestured her guide away, the frightened man gratefully fleeing towards the anemic light of the plaza, “I’ll spare both of us the needless, if not hypocritical, indulgence in social niceties; it has come to the attention of my Order that something new has entered the world, an agent of chaos the likes of which we’ve never seen.”
Stepping out of the darkness, the man stared at the woman, “I’m hard pressed to imagine how my involvement might be beneficial, which is not to say I don’t appreciate how you people have kept the sons of Adam in such healthy, plentiful and… available supply to my kind; given how you have troubled me in my city, I might suggest you be careful…”
Without the slightest evidence of physical motion, or even the hint of sound from clothing pushing aside the air, Hedwig Schader was suddenly standing behind, and whisper-close to the imposing man; his reaction spoke volumes, as the white of his eyes grew to accommodate night-dilating irises…the instinctual response of any animal confronted with an overwhelming threat.
“Be careful with that famous appetite, ‘Count’ St Loreto, we allow you to live here relatively freely in the interest of genetic diversity only,” Resuming her position facing the dark man, the shadows conspired to mask any proof of extraordinary ability, “We may yet require those services you are uniquely able to provide, however. do not lose sight of who is the wolf and who is the shepherd.”
(Whitechapel, London)
“Do not succumb to the conceit of feeling less than,” Brother Abbott’s voice echoed of sacrifice and suffering, finished on a note of pride, “A clockwork is, at it’s heart, a celebration of the manifest value of the smallest, most intricate of gears;” sitting next to Sarah, I felt the echoes of our nights, initially discordant as individual notes competed with each other to form the melody, finally establishing a harmony, surely the most fundamental gift from the Creator, requiring only one have the faith to allow the music of two create a new song.
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Revelations in sentence 3!. (intimation at least) Interesting dynamic between Mother Schader and Cyrus St. Loreto. Evident who believes themselves the superior of the two and who is the actual superior.
“it has come to the attention of my Order that something new has entered the world, an agent of chaos the likes of which we’ve never seen.” The thing Anselm and Sarah have been guarding?! Has to be!
A tease of a Six and a very good one at that :)
Chilling! Written in a Gothic style which made it so real!
Thanks, Susan
you got your goth on today! good job.
Thanks, man
Great dialogue and very visual; love your writing style in these!
Much obliged.
Perfect 6 in that it allows the reader to create his or her story with each sentence.
Thank you.
I like the description of the clockwork depending on the value of those tiny gears. Also, the Count being put in his place with “we allow you to live here relatively freely in the interest of genetic diversity only”.
yeah, struggled a bit to get that two-scene thing to work, but wanted to leave the exit door unlocked.
Agree with the others, seductively goth offerings here. The confrontation between the Count and Mother Schader is visual, tense and chilling. And a Six nicely introduced by a stunning gargoyle pic! (was looking through my photo archives only the other day for suitable gargoyle and statue pics for a writing project I’m on).
…so the plural is not gargoylae!? damn! (When in doubt, go for faint echoes of high school Latin declensions)
thanks… the setting does most of the work. Cyrus St. Loreto is from other stories sorta of CEO as vampire (why, no, I don’t intend to be redundant…lol)
I always enjoy the interplay of strong (mostly opposing) characters… you know, real life as we dreamed as kids and never saw/hoped to see in movies and all too often disappointed… but know they’re out there (or waiting somewhere in our stories)
A unique style, sir, quite intriguing
Thank you, ceayr… half narrative-propelled-by-serial-story-suspense and half characters ‘real’ enough to ad lib for themselves. Lends itself to this serial approach.
No matter which side you are on, watch your back.