Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Detail of the painting “God reprimanding Adam and Eve”, by F. Zampieri (1625)
(come on! you knew it was just a matter of time)… this is an attempt to consolidate two of my three three favorite weekly bloghops.
The first is the Six Sentence Story, (I trust Denise, the host, won’t mind). The second, the Unicorn Challenge. (Well, totally crossing my fingers, as I value the opportunity to be here at the bloghop that jenne and ceayr built).
This mashup was not merely a random thought, (I think it might have been Tom or maybe even Nick… lets agree to lay blame on those two ne’er-do-wells), to do my second Six and my first ‘Corn as a single story.
The Six Sentence Story you all know: weekly prompt word/ six sentences only. This week, the word is REPLAY
The Unicorn Challenge: the photo below and a 250 word maximum.
Let us do this thing:
Sister Margaret Ryan felt the transition from asphalt to sand in the ‘oh, yeah? show me what you got’, way she used to hear the words, ‘Pick up your pencils and begin…now‘. Although her morning jog always took her to the shore, eight miles from the convent, she never tired of the challenge; veering left, the clutch of the loose sand brought to mind the myth of Antaeus and her pace always increased.
The sand changed: an increasing supply of endorphins stuttered and the young novitiate stumbled as the earth pushed back; her right foot, denied an unreliable surface, gave way and she fell into the sand. Laughing to herself was inevitable as she replayed the fall, but from the perspective of an innocent bystander: twenty-something woman sprawled on a Maryland beach, crucifix tangled in her bunched-up ‘Property of J.C.’ sweatshirt, short red hair salted with white crystals. Her laughter stopped as her left hand caught on something just below the surface, the soft-rubber sole of a child’s sneaker.
The nascent flood of endorphins now abruptly reversed by a torch-wielding mob of adrenaline and pulling gently, the pink canvas upper sole with the iconic swoosh gave way to flesh and a delicate ankle continuing downwards in the very most improper of directions; crossing herself in the spiritual semaphore of her Order, Sister Ryan reached for her phone.
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About clarkscottroger
Damn! Take that with all implied, lol
For those unfamiliar with the compliment: well done!
Yay, go Clarkie!
A Nun on the Run finds a Kid who’s been Did!
Very different from your usual, and you nailed it.
Chapeau, mon vieux.
funny how some compliments/Comments are, despite being written in what we suspect is a made-up language, are more fun to read
I am going to have to get one of those “‘Property of J.C.’ sweatshirts”. The “‘Pick up your pencils and begin…now‘” makes me think you must have had memorable experiences of grade school. Nice tale of Sister Margaret.
A novitiate at St. Dominique’s convent in Crisfield, Maryland, Sister Margaret Ryan was a secondary character in my first novel length WIP who totally ran away with the story. lol Ranks right up there with Lou Ceasare and Anya Claireaux as fictional characters who write their own stories no matter what the overall plot.
I think you’re starting to confuse your crucifix with your Netflix, clark. Then again, you could always sell them the script. :-) Clever piece.
no, she is sincere (see reply to Frank below)… you know how it is, the gift most un-earned/un-deserved in my efforts to write characters (and I assume true for other writers) is when a character ‘shows up’ with whatever qualities… call it charisma, or simple attractiveness (neither of which I possess, lol) we thank the Muse.
What a delightful thriller.
I love the tee-shirt.
Thank you.
Clark, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were reading my mind which is an extremely disconcerting thought.
Surely a fate worse than death.
The Doctrine, coincidently, while not so much teaching one to read the mind of others as it allows a view over the shoulder (of the other person) thereby creating the illusion of mindreading.
Which has been invaluable to me in my dealings with characters in my stories, i.e. “..so as a scott, how would Lou Ceasare react to this situation*”
*more properly (as the Wakefield Doctrine maintains): how would Lou relate himself to the situation? the rest is easy and fun
Excellent! The start (if you want it to be) of a new thriller.
Thanks, M.
She appeared in my first effort at full-length (mid-draft) story/novel, Blog Dominion
Excellent!
thanks, Chris!
Wow! What started as a sunny, summery jaunt on the beach, walking on sunshine (whoa-oh-oh!) switched quite suddenly to a somber, discordant chorus. Tragic!
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kinda an engaging scene to start
(character, Sister Margaret Ryan from a early sci-fi/pulp novel effort, Blog Dominion.)