Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, defined by one simple rule. Fun. Challenging.
Prompt word:
YELLOWBELLY
The last day of school for the 11th Graders at William Golding High traditionally included activities and games all sanctioned by the School Committee, in lieu of classes: the Art Department would offer a variety of cinema fare, the Athletic Dept. informal games of based (loosely) on the traditional sports; all educational disciplines participated, with the lone exception of the English Department which never appeared on the schedule, which did nothing combat their reputation for being, ‘nerds in search of lonely contemplation‘.
Seth decided that, given he had had letters in all sports, to find something different this final day of his Junior year, and ignoring the urging of his friends in the locker room to join them, wandered among the single-level buildings that made up the campus; stepping through the doors of the last building, the one housing the English Department, he stared down the corridor where the walls consisted of thin metal rectangles of hastily cleaned-out lockers divided.
Towards the far end of the hallway, the sole secured door was marked: Supply Room which caused the boy to wonder what consumables were necessary to the study of the English language and literature in such supply as to require a dedicated stockroom; while curious, he was an All-State athlete, in no small part due to his natural propensity to ‘do’ rather than to ‘reflect’ and continued towards the exit when he heard a sound, unintelligible at first.
Approaching the supply room door, the sound began to resolve itself into male and female words and laughter; “that’s not a word!” … “This is your last chance” (followed by an unexplainable outburst of laughter) and, “This is the last round… hey, Tommy, keep your shirts on,” again more inexplicable laughter.
A girl’s voice, somewhat tentative however becoming increasingly confident, cut through all the others, ‘You think you’re so smart with ‘etymology’… well, get a load of this… I’ll just use that ‘Y’ and, for the win and the rest of your team’s clothing, spell YELLOWBELLY… followed by the laughter of girls and the groaning of boys.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” an adult voice overrode the din, “We must declare the girls are this year’s winners of the William Golding High Strip Scrabble game…”
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It seems like even the English department followed a natural tendency to ‘do’ rather than ‘reflect’.
who’d thunk?
lol
Funny!
Strip scrabble! LOL
Is that anything like the Truth or Dare anagram game? A good tickle here, Clark.
Thanks Susan, was a challenge but fun
Strip Scrabble, Clark! In English! Haha! 🤣
Totally unrelated, yet linked, love that most Wuthering Heights video. Completely random and totally up my street!
(yeah, don’t ask me about how the video came to be.. somethings don’t so much add to a story as to distract the reasonable side of our mind… the better to facilitate the suspension of disbelief
Heeheehee! You gotta watch those English majors, i oughtta know.
do tell!
lol
What a delightful six.
Thank you
Wonderful in both!🤣💃
Thank you, Chris
English was my main subject at school, but I never had that much fun!
yeah, regrettably neither did I (fun with English)
Where there’s a clark, there will be “strip scrabble” and where there’s “strip scrabble”, there absolutely will a scott, lol
Fun Six, Clark.
lol
That was a humorous story, Clark. Strip scrabble is a fun idea.
ty, NH