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VI Sentience Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 17, 2016 By clarkscottroger

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Thursday (sorta) already! (Full Discomfiture: these words are pulling themselves from the ether and sticking themselves on the white screen, like Velcro-robbed penitents storming a medieval cathedral. The task put before us by zoe, is to write a story and contain it in six regular sized sentences that is about/related to/concerning or otherwise involved with the word: LIGHT.

I better get a move on…

Holy smoke! Six sentences is not a lot of … sentences! I just went looking for a previously written Six, thinking of maybe doing a continuation of a story and, man! That’s not a lot of sentences! My compliments to the zoe and the other Sentitioners here, how they be creating whole worlds, (and some cases), entire lives playing out in a serial format, all in only Six Sentences.

My compliments to all…. messes me way the heck up. For some reason, I’m appreciating anew how small a spot it is we have to stand and tell our stories!

Light

I stood over the things that spilled from the round metal container, sniffing past the sick-making moving-food and had just nosed out a piece of burnt meat when I heard a heavy thud of the door on a yellow moving man-thing come from somewhere near the end of the alley.

“Halt! It is useless you should try to run away, Fräulein, I am not yet done with you.”

Snapping up the food, I crouched back and focused on the shadows that moved at the end of my escape path, causing the bright man-filled area beyond to flicker in warnings of light and dark; it had been a long time since food and the behavior of man were predictable, the many men that moved on the hardened paths and sat in the sandy bad-water places gave off alternating scents of prey and predator, I was almost always ready to fight.

The first man to run towards me was of the smaller types of man, the kind that usually did not attack/challenge first, I still crouched, but she ran past me and looked out from behind another round metal food container.

The light changed and a scent screaming of both rage and hunger, like the crashing bad-waters at the end of the alley, it was mix of fear scent and chase scent threatened to drown me where I stood, my morning food fell to ground as my lips curled back and my tail swept down.

I backed towards the smaller man, who had long yellow hair and smooth, bare legs and arms, her fear scent changing to a mix of attack and flee; as the new attacking man approached, I heard the smaller man say something that sounded like ‘Good boy!’ and felt my tail briefly move from protecting my hind quarters to swing twice, as we both prepared to leap forward.

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Six sighing sentence story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 10, 2016 By clarkscottroger

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The word this week is….. Draft (with an ‘R’, clark, with an ‘R’). That should be simple and straight forward enough.

If you’re new ’round here, this is Friend of the Doctrine zoe‘s most enjoyable bloghop, the Six Sentence Story. The title is kinda the full instructions, story of no more than and no less than six sentences. With the prompt word involved in some manner with the story. There’s a crew of bloggers what come around to this place on Thursdays just to take on the challenge. You should join us.

Draft.

“Do you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“I don’t know, a breeze, a draft, is there a window open?”

“No, there isn’t.”

“Maybe I should get up and check, just to be sure, just need to get my bearings, give me a second, I don’t seem to be able to move.”

“We’re almost there, it’ll be alright, I won’t leave you.”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘it takes one to know one’

October 27, 2016 By clarkscottroger

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Warm up. Nothing to read yet. You know, little stretching before running (yeah, as if). Maybe a better analogy might be singing (or other musical instrument operating), yeah! that’s it hold on, I’ll get us a video.

Yeah! Now we’re talking… or singing, ok, humming, only ’cause I’m a clark and we have a problem with the singing thing.

So, what the hell would a proper ‘classic rhetoric warm up exercise’ consist of?

Oh man! No, seriously, I searched and read and, seeing how that was, like, 20 minutes ago, no way I can continue this humorous set up. There are way more cool, Greco-latin words for talking funny than I’d ever realized. Man, them grammarians and rhetorians know how to have fun with the writing and the words and such.

Speaking of words. Our friend zoe does this thing, every Thursday, called the Six Sentence Story. It’s a bloghop (so there’ll be other stories to read and enjoy) and it requires that only Six Sentences go into any story (so it won’t take too long to read ’em).

Stick.

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,’ the little boy thought, his frown every bit the all-or-nothing exertion of a body builder, facing the weight no longer supported by anything other than muscles and will.

‘That’s what I should’ve said,’ walking along the leaf-carpeted street in the gathering dusk of a cloudy autumn Thursday, the boy felt his initial anger begin to transmute into embarrassment. Like the first drink to an alcoholic, his consideration of what he might have said or done changed everything, without anything changing. If he could now see what he might have done differently, then the impact of what actually happened was diminished, what he wanted to have happened increasingly the basis for how he felt. With each logically-inferred alternate version of the recent bus stop drama playing and replaying in his mind, rendered in meticulous detail, the boy felt better and better; the land of normal emotional connections trading places with the mirage, the unreal become real and the real, avoidable.

As he walked from the pool of yellowish streetlight up the flagstone walk towards the house, it’s picture window a welcoming borealis of blue-grey television light, the boy felt less and less like crying.

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TT ‘o-anyways’ T -the Wakefield Doctrine- potluck thankful Post and impromptu Book Sale!

October 22, 2016 By clarkscottroger

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yeah… back to guerrilla browsing at my local Staples!

You know that drawer you have, most likely in the kitchen on the opposite counter from where the forks and knives are kept, maybe (this drawer) has wisely been relegated to the basement hobby corner or even the garage workshop. In (this drawer) are the spare parts, used, batteries (well, because), extra plastic brackets from the last time you replaced the blinds and, of course, the owners manuals from the kitchen appliances (both those that you’re looking at and those that came before them), well today’s TToT post is pretty much that drawer, except made of electron-drawn letters and photos.

The link that connects all the co-hostinae is not yet up, so I figured, if this reality is as virtual as everyone says it is….then today’s post can stand in for a real TToT post, at least until our Founderess Lizzi.

So… since this is not quite office, but we still need to strive for Ten Things, let me start this off with some easy-to-enjoy-(and understand)-photos:

I don't some statement be-moaning the post-industrial decay of the environment or maybe a simple question, 'where are the ducks?'

I don’t know! perhaps I was intending to make a statement mourning the post-industrial decay of the environment or maybe a simple question, ‘where are the ducks?’

yeah, domesticated creatures who enhance the lives of those around them. sure thing

hey, seeing that Dyanne is co-hostinae and she, like, totally likes cats, lets post her blog here: I want backsides I’m sure she’ll tell us that the expression on the cat above is an elegant statement of open-hearted welcome.

The rest of this Post will develop over the day…. you will be hearing about:

Almira

Six Sentence Stories

Our arachnid rustler out (mid)west (that will be close enough, thank you)

Kerry

Denise

Cynthia (who has some very cool news about to break)

Cynthia’s Book is available at the Amazon (no, not the tropical jungle, the giant online seller of…. well, maybe not tropical!) Anyway, until I can get a photo, CLICK HERE

Val

Kristi and a bunch of other interesting things that will number in, at very least, a multiple of ten.

this just in:

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Six -the Wakefield Doctrine-

September 15, 2016 By clarkscottroger

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Yeah, one of those Six Sentence Stories. In my (partial) defence I will say, this writing thing has become all about practicing. But then again, zoe, the curatoress of this collegial collection of curious and captivating life commentaries and observances (whew! ‘Mr Thesauras don’t fail me now!’) never said we couldn’t use this weekly Six Sentence Story to practice the craft. With the skills and imaginations of the participants here, one cannot help but become a better writer.

BArk

Like a slow-motion film of an avalanche on a snowy mountain side played in reverse, the approaching car begins to slow as it nears the exit, the number of cars entering the shopping center is nearly perfectly balanced with those leaving it. It is not perfectly balanced because cars are leaving more rapidly than they should, given the traffic conditions. It’s early afternoon, the sun is mercilessly bright and over-bearing, if for no other reason than in September it has no competition from summer-afternoon shower clouds and is every bit the schoolyard bully when the teacher, suddenly called back into the colored-constuction-paper prison of brick and linoleum, leaves her young charges un-guarded.
He sees himself in the shinyhard-glass windows, safely slid up, reflected in the averted eyes of the drivers and feels a memory stir, the figure etched in coated glass familiar, but barely recognizable.

The window is down on one approaching car and from the back seat a dog barks a warning, head and forward-leaning ears projecting from the opening of the still moving vehicle.

As the car draws abreast, the driver looks away, the dog stares curiously, tongue now lolling and relaxed and does not bark, the man stares back and sees the acknowledgment of his presence in the simplest of terms, one life to another, the dog does not judge and the man feels the echo of a memory stir, the car moves out into traffic, the dog maintaining eye contact until the car turns away and the man turns back to face his shrunken world.