Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Prompt word:
NEED
“Kayla, come down out of that tree this instant, young lady! Your uncle is here, now don’t make that face, he is kind enough to take you places and show you how big the world really is, so be a good girl and give us a smile.”
“Kay, dude, we’re all up for the Ouija board and candles, but I think you’re taking this a little too far, come on, the sun’s out, the beach awaits… even if you insist on wearing flannel and jeans, but you need to lighten up and enjoy life.”
“Your transcripts are exemplary, test scores in the top 1 percent; however the Admissions Committee had certain reservations arising from comments in your online High School Yearbook: ‘For a girl you got more keloid than a vision-impaired knife-fighter‘ and ‘Remember or not…that class trip to Capitol City, way to put the BAC in baccalaureate‘; we are, nevertheless, willing to accept your application on a probationary basis.”
“You almost fuckin’ killed both of us… stop the car, give me the keys, and get out… Uber yourself home, I’m through… you need help… ”
“The Order is neither homeless shelter nor a refuge for the abused… no, don’t interrupt; we are not here to cure or fix anyone; simply put, we are more tool shed than first aid station, more armory than embassy, so if you’re willing to give up being the victim and take up arms in defense of your sisters, there might be a place for you here.”
“Ladies, Gentlemen and fucked-up nuns, this is your captain speaking, as we are on our final approach, please return your seat to the uptight position, fasten whatever real or imaginary restraints you may enjoy and observe the no smoking sign, especially you, Kayla, you sexy thing and thank you for flying Lilith Air,” Sister Aclima felt the dull-electric jolt as she ricocheted out of her premature hypnagogic state.
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Loved spending time with Kayla’s inner critic.
Thank you
Good advice: “give up being the victim and take up arms in defense”
Another nice description: “The Order is neither homeless shelter nor a refuge for the abused”
thanks, Frank
Bloody brilliant. And yes, I know of that leg-jerking-hypnagogic state. Annoying.
thankee
that is such an amazing place, i.e. the border of sleep and wake… the times when you bounce out of a dream and something sticks to your rational mind that is, quite simply, not possible (to even hold in one’s mind)
cool
I never knew those nuns had it in them! hehehehe
believe you me…some of them zoros totally walked on the wild side
Well that was an entertaining romp! “please return your seat to the uptight position, fasten whatever real or imaginary restraints you may enjoy” Yeah, might steal these lines. (Not in print, that would be wrong; I’ll just be prepared sometime somewhere with a clever quip)
lol you’re totally welcome to
She’s certainly had quite the life, hasn’t she, and it’s probably barely begun.
yeah, here’s hoping for the best
Most excellent series… just cracking up with that last sentence!
I enjoyed that! As for hypnagogic hallucinations, I’d have nothing to write without them!
lol (Don’t tell anyone, but I spend an inordinate amount of time ‘daydreaming’ my Sixes and story scenes… see how they look, play… and then try alternate endings… sort of a focus group of one)