Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Hey! It’s half-past-the-month! Gots to get over to ‘the ‘corn’ and see what nefarious photation they have this week! (Protection Prayer is surely in order, “Bless me Rorschach, for I forget…”)
Enough of the strained effort at cleverness, jenne and CE hang out with a crazy-talented bunch over there at the Unicorn Challenge.
Stop over and read some. Like back in university days when you’d wear an overcoat in the cafeteria line so’s you could swipe an extra grinder or three for your friends who had no money.
“And I’ll be granted my wish?”
Avoiding the eyes of the old woman poised at the end of a dark alley on Pennyburn Road, I stood in a rainy November afternoon.
“One little thing, a slight transformation,” a fishhook of a lilt, that, were it coming from a girl, would’ve convinced most young men to resort to crime.
“A stroke of this,” it being a small blackish-grey thing in a dirt-creased palm, “You spend time practicing your listening skills and before you know it, you’ll be on the circuit signing your latest book to fans who can’t wait to hear what you have to say.”
Years in school studying psychology, more writing online trying to establish a following and what did I get? A mountain of debt, a divorce and a rheumy wink from a woman in the terminal stages of life.
“You will become, for as long as it takes to meet six hundred and sixty-six people, the manifestation of your dreams. Then fame and riches beyond your wildest dreams will be yours.”
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“Honey, please! We need to call the cruise ship so they don’t leave without us. The excursion manager wasn’t happy with your insisting on going it alone.”
“For a country associated with engineers and engineering, you’d think the cellphone network wouldn’t have so many dead spots.”
“Look dear, there’s a…”
“Jesus Christ that’s their idea of a phone booth?! There aren’t even any wires coming out of it…. no way I’m getting near that thing.”
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Given that 666 is the total of all the numbers on the roulette wheel, that might be an option for a quick buck. ;-)
I’d be having second thoughts at “slight transformation”.
Seems to me the cost of a thing rarely reflects the price paid.
How do these things always end up going sideways?
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Well, dear boy, the leap to part two confused me at first, then I realised that the chap sold his soul to visit Scotland.
Well worthwhile!
hankee, Mr. yr
Ooh, avoiding her eye, November, transformation, six hundred and sixty-six people – it’s not looking good here.
Nice build up of warnings…
So really, what could he expect in the land of the unicorn and the thistle…and the ghost?
Excellent story.
(But if she had remembered who REALLY invented the telephone, regardless of Italian immigrants, she would have had more confidence! 🙃😏
it was a fun challenge in writing a story … (a lot of it, the process, is kinda interesting) I mentioned to someone that I was stuck with words that didn’t quite make sense, even to me*. I started with a plot worked on the logistics of the two scenes. (Even with 250 words, at my stage of skill, two scenes is tough). But I stalled out on Friday, almost threw it down on the ground. But then, Saturday morning, it occurred to me to use the 2nd scene first. Seemed to make a difference, at least to the flow (in my head).
funny, this writing thing
*I know! thats saying something
‘666’ – always a worry!
tru dat!