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Six Second Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six]

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, there is a single rule: a story is to have six sentences; no more and no less.

Our Ian Devereaux Six is a continuation of this Six

Prompt word:

WEB

“… a tangled web, Devereaux, a fuckin’ tangled web.”

Lou had my attention.

My plan was to say goodnight to Diane Tierney, go home and binge out on a made-for-cable series, something totally demented, like ‘Preacher’; I was half-turned towards the exit, something in his voice made me stop.

I looked down at the man and felt my legs fold into a near-balletic isosceles triangle as I sat back down opposite him in the booth.

The smoke of his cigar, usually shrouding his face, parted for a second and I saw a look in his eyes that, had I retained a tenth of the ambition that made my teenage years such an approach-avoidance hell and even the most rudimentary grasp of rhetoric, I could’ve gone home and written a best selling novel.

“This job, you do it good and I’ll owe you one,” against the ambient light found only in back booths in urban restaurants and failing-college student dorm rooms, Lou’s cigar glowed an abracadabra-red and the smoke returned to its guard duties masking his face.

 

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More-is-more Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

damn! We may have already completed our morning prosisthenics*

But, then again, that’s why god invented RePrint posts!

(ok, time to go all audio-visual on this bad-boy**)

‘…send in the sans’ the Wakefield Doctrine TToTwo “…do not Read this Post… still editing!” (no! I’m serious! it’s 8:59 am EST and I have to Post it un-finished)

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)LYCAON PICTUS

Not much on following Directions, are you? You thought I was joking about not reading this yet??  Fine then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I have to open the lines for the Wakefield Doctrine Video brunch, I have not finished editing this Post (read: re-write)… well, since you insist on reading this, how about you help a blogger out here… any suggestions, revisions, edits or anything else submit as a Comment and I will make the change.

Hey! Thanks…. (no, I think I better just save that, in case we need it at the end of the Post)

Item 1: grateful for my willingness to employ the term ‘writer’s block’ and not feel self-conscious enough to delete it and find another word! there is still an underlying self-consciousness extant in this experience that has me….  ‘looking around the room’ when I refer to myself as a writer…lol  no! seriously I do! I think of writers as people with… writing skills and, at the risk of indulging in a form of self-centeredness, I still am not comfortable including myself in that group

2) The Second Item: the Post from… that new guy… Mike… the guy with the granddaughter and his daughter is a photographer… wait a minute, hold on…  Joe!  that’s it!  his blog is called:  Joe Floggers(??!)  his contribution this week included the experience of being in a funk (“…Joe! dude,  got me the music vid for this Post, thanks!)  What I got from (Mike’s Post) was reminder of the feeling of enthusiasm and (even) a little of a ‘sense of wonder’ that we all feel when we start writing a blog and it begins to ‘take off’.  thanks Joe

3) You are grateful  (or should be) that I deleted about 300 words in my first attempt to write this thing, but in that (300 word,  ‘word salad’ ) I made mention of the TToT Book of Secret Rules which is guarded by Lizzi (and her majordom-ettes  Christine and Dyanne they both bring an enthusiasm to their charge more commonly seen in lionesses when the pride is threatened or the dorm mother sitting in the lobby on a Saturday Night)

4)  totally and genuinely grateful for wikipedia (and google in a more broad sense) not only for helping me correctly spell a lot of the …less commonly used words that I seem to be so fond of using, but in offering new concepts and ideas that I was not consciously aware of… in this case  ‘clanging’  which came up on the page when I looked up ‘word salad’  very cool, wikipedia, very cool

5) for reasons not understood, what few ideas that occur to me as I type,  on this cool November Sunday morning, are not frickin staying in my head long enough to get into a form that I can pass off as a Gratitude Item….damn!

6) grateful to the support from co-hosts and Participants alike for my own unique  style  exhibited here each weekend. I appreciate that, not necessarily for the reasons one would think…

7) yo! thank you zoe… for sending in a Comment that allowed me a few blessed moments of coherency as I struggled to reply to your comment (see on yesterday’s Post) (that it was a ‘struggle’ is testimony to the difficulties I am heroically enduring here in front of this blank page, the monitor staring at me like an attractive women that I must walk past in order to find the safety of the buffet table, she seems to expect something from me…no! she is challenging me!  to prove myself deserving of her … response her attention… but the linen covered table, so very near… like being number 7 in a list of 10… my only hope is for a real person to come by… attractive scottianwomen are always drawn to a smooth talking scott

8) made it!  hah!  damn! I don’t particularly enjoy eating standing up while pretending to talk to business associates that are only their because they are afraid of losing business…all except those rogers who stand around in herd-lettes, the dominant roger, not the center of the group… but oriented so that he (yes… in a business conference environment the male rogers are visible to the un-trained eye, the female rogers not… the two most obvious are the male rogers and scottian females. the male rogers, as I just alluded to are the gate keepers to the small herds that they gather in… the scottian females  lol they simply stand there and …and let the rogerianmales….accrete (to not put to fine a point on it)! There is no mistaking the scottian female… the scottian male?  probably already upstairs in his room with conquest #1 lol

9)  I invoke Secret Rule 1.3 and claim relief.

10) that should do it for this week’s TToT… thanks for participating

totally should do this:

Ten Things of Thankful

 

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Join the Ten Things of Thankful community and work with us to nurture an attitude of gratitude. We use the whole weekend to focus on the Good Things in life. Make a list of those present in your life by listing ten things you are thankful for today. Then share the Wonderfulness with others here.

Please take time to have a look at some of the other posts submitted and leave them some comment love – let’s get the appreciation going. We find that the magic, the connection and the joy comes through best in conversations in the comments.

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*sorry, but we really wanted this to be a cool neologism… let us know if you didn’t need to click on the link to find out how far, out-of-clever-line we strayed.

** for those of us of a certain….vintage, the total treat of a class with a film (yeah, sprockety-projector on a pull-down screen)

 

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Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge.

Hosted each week by jenne and ceayr, we brave few, we band of bloggers are provided a photo, an image if you will, and charged with creating a story of not more than 250 words.

[ed. thx out to ceayr. as we mentioned last week, developing our action-writing skills was a new priority and so, with appropriate appropriations, we borrow the scene/setting of his ‘Corn this week.]

 

 

I almost threw up.

“The desires of Man too-oft gang agley,” Brother Abbott, while lacking the birthright claim of most of the initiates in the classroom, was inordinately fond of Burns. I had accompanied him to establish the Order’s first chapter in Glasgow. I sat with the young men and women, arm tensing ahead of his request for a volunteer. “While I won’t say I believe a certain ‘Leather Apron’ has moved to your fair city, the current murders here will allow you all to see the Order in action.”

Straightening my spine, the first step to disarming the vomit-coil of my esophagus, I stood between the young woman and the two men. Their carnal embrace continued five yards back beneath the shelter of a rowan, berries all the more red as a knife opened veins and arteries. The girl’s face, in sodium vapor-relief of a early-morning streetlight, is alive with emotion. Every one of them.

With a hand to her shoulder, I continued my turn, the heavy cloth of my robe adding an acoustic dampening of the thud-splash of the two men’s deadly congress.

“I won’t let them take you down into their hell,” she leaned against my arm, I lead her to my car.

Behind us the man crouched over his victim. Blood covered both, tribal paints of the Fallen taken up when Man became human.

The sirens doppler’d towards us, twin shrieks of horror and triumph. I started the engine and drove out of the night.

 

 

 

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine- Bare Bones Edition (check back on the Weekend for “readable” content!)

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

ok. it’s Friday morning, about 7:13. This is rather an ad hoc TToT post as we spent a good part of last night figuring out the problem with the linkz process (see Grat 7). We’ll return later in the day and, you know, add some music and incidental cleverness.

Our list of the people, places and things we’re grateful for:

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop. pick of the Week: ‘The Burning Tower‘   by Cynthia Calhoun

5) the Unicorn Challenge. pick of the Week: ‘A Chance Encounter‘   by Sally

6) [Hypograt] Struggling with linkz after remembering (at about 1:13 am)  that we’d forgotten to post TToT link. Subsequent Grat (see #7)

7) Realized the membership we thought we had, had reverted to a free (aka kinda useless) account. Once restored, got Link out to the Board of Hostinae

8) computers and online (and solitaire) to pass the time when sleep was…elusive

9) something, something.  

And…and!! lets say this: ‘We’re grateful for having a new addition to our Board of Hostinae!! Hey Misky! ‘sup? (Now, regular Readers know that, while we may have been born at night, we weren’t born last night. Grats are valuable things. We’ll be incorporating this new Grat into next week’s TToT. But, being friends,shh…secret host-only-message. we figured, Hey give them all the inside scoop, co-hostistically-speaking that is. See ya next Thurday(ish)

10) Secret Rule 1.3

1) Mums the word…. Mimi, Lisa, Denise, Dyanne, Kristi and Misky

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Second Story Sentence -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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, there is a single rule: a story is to have six sentences; no more and no less.

Prompt word:

PANEL

“Tell me you’re kidding me right now,” the pure light, (the man remembered something, from somewhere, that if all wavelengths, balanced and combined, would result in a perfectly colorless light), seemed to surge, the energy-equivalent of a nod.

“What the fuck, man…;” a single point source of all energy in the universe, (‘the singularity of existence’ a google-search return once called it, but he was drunk at the time, so…), could not, by definition, fluctuate; but there was an undeniable element of the briefest interval of non-coherence in the thing in front of the man, though, to be fair, it passed as quickly as it arose.

“Not saying that a single, dark-haired bearded white guy sitting in judgement ain’t nothin’ more than patriarchy-gone-wild, but a panel of my peers holding the fate of my eternal soul in their hands,” he looked to the double, stepped-row of seated men and women who looked familiar if not rather stern and dour.

Turning his back on jury, the man felt a smile grow, the ultimate light-source before him seemed to fade in benign modulation.

“Then I claim my voir dire rights, and designate the following replacement jurors: Nema, Ola, Bella, Una, Mia and… and that dog I saw once stuck by the side of an abandoned house that time, I will only accept judgment by them.”

Seeing how energy is energy, and sound is, in our present conceit, merely very slow light, the man heard the barking and yelping of welcome as he stepped through the Pearly Gates, some of his jurors running ahead, (just for the joy of running), and two hung back, leaning into his legs, not that additional support was needed, ever again.

 

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