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 by Denise and defined by a single number: 6 (the exact number of sentences in qualified stories)

Hey, who said, “We love the serial story, but it’s been a while since you’ve gone to the weird side. Hit us up!” Aiight!  Just a hint? cueing up one of those word reverser apps isn’t really cheating.

Prompt Word:

RANK

“Are you sure?”

seY, 001% niatrec!

“Man, this is messed-up,” Trying not to look at the mirror, the previous night played back until right after the fortune-teller booth; the other guys were ranking on how hokey it all was, but my date, Amber, didn’t think it was so funny, but the last thing I remembered was saying to her, ‘Hey, it’s a guy thing, just some good-natured fun,” but, of course, not only didn’t understand, she started crying.

lleT em gnihtemos I nod’t wonk!

“Try to stay calm, that ole sorcière, I gave her fifty dollars and she said, if we… I whatever, just  hold the amulet against a mirror and touch our foreheads, the spell will be reversed and we go back to the way we should be, but better, can’t say I liked the way she was smiling,” feeling my way closer to the mirror, the brush of hair against my hand made me want to throw-up, and for some reason, my eyes began to sting, I held the fifty-cent charm on the glass and, still refusing to look, leaned into my reflection.

noD’t yrc, tiaw, on, og daeha uoy’er doog, I’ll ekat erac fo uoy, ebab.

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