Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted each week by Denise, all we’re asked to do is write a story of six (and only six) sentences.
Prompt word:
KICK
It’s the smell that gets the newcomer, really; you’d think, in this modern day of solid-state appetites and digital passion it wouldn’t, but the closest encounter most people have with the spiritual is at the nexus of scent and memory. However, here, at the opening of our story, it’s the smell of the air, at once machine oil and grease mixed with carboxylic acids, the original eau de Cologne of human suffering. This particular detail will be all the more a kick in the Reader’s head as they finish and realize this Six is just a one-off parable, (or maybe a fable), about the inner world of creating fiction.
Yeah, that section of cubicles forming a hexagonal exercise yard is the GenPop module; nope, no fences or barricades, don’t need ’em, that bunch has an irresistible drive to form ghettoes, each different genre anchored by slavish obeisance as they pray to their god with a thousand faces, the Almighty Campbell for inspiration, if not intercession, in their effort to write.
That building, off by itself, is our Maximum security, it’s where we house the metaphor-addicts; no, don’t even bother asking, trying to talk to those poor bastards is like… well, you know.
Sure, some are rehabilitated and allowed to return to society; the lucky ones find a quiet, minuscule-PageRank blog and live out their lives shamelessly churning out negative-meta tales for word-prompt bloghops.
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About clarkscottroger
Nice parable of the “miniscule PageRank” bloggers praying to “their god with a thousand faces, the Almighty Campbell for inspiration”. I gave up on Joseph Campbell years ago, but I might still have that book somewhere. That one can come up with an explanation for whatever doesn’t make it any better than a metaphor.
Speaking of metaphor, I like your description of “metaphor-addicts” in maximum security who are ” like… well, you know”.
Well told parable.
thanks, Frank
(sometimes cogent and entertaining plots and stories are nowhere to be found… hence the meta-Meta Six)*
*plot not withstanding, the process is always fun when I can bump into phrases and expressions like metaphor-addicts) lol
“Solid state appetites”… another gem among the ones you have inked here, master Weaver.
Since I am partial to the totality of Joseph Campbell’s work (and not just the The Hero with a Thousand Faces), I will sit quietly at the shadows watching the first quarter of the Wolf Moon.
ty yo*
*as always learning new shit makes all this fun near ever time… Wolf Moon (looked it up) which is way the process is always rewarding, even when I face a lack of story ideas
Sometimes the words can take a most unique shape.
yes ma’am
It’s a bitch, ain’t it?
tru dat
A most enjoyable ode to “what the hell am I going to write for a Six (or any other venue), Clark.
“Maximum security”… Sentence 5 was funny! Well done that.
Very interesting!
(Loving the shelter of the blog hop and page; dropping anchor, fixing a G&T, and pulling out the guitar to ssd’s tay awhile)
We totally agree! Hey, you oughta stop and visit at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro some Thursday