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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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Six Sentence Story -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: the story is to have six sentences; no more and no less.

(Not for nothin’ but I’m hoping there is a Reader with as great a tenure as we have that can name the TV show in the above photo.)

Prompt word:

PANEL

“We just got your CBC panel back from the lab.”

The man in the examining room not wearing a white lab coat, with or without blue-stitched lettered name: Dr. G Moore  ‘Internal Medicine’, felt the room’s ambient temperature drop.

A third person, though not wearing a coat, did display a name tag; Jayne; an odd spelling, but consistent with the aggressively phonetic convention embraced by the current generation of parents; it echoed a forgotten memory.

“Everything looks fine, I’m quite pleased.”

Remembering his manners, the older man stood and extended his hand, a gesture seemingly as archaic as his respectfully-silent attention; the physician nodded and Jayne, for her part, smiled an impossible combination of polite interest and generic affection favored by her generation.

The patient, the one lacking an embroidered lab coat or the natural ease available on short-term loan to the young, began to speak, but the door was already open and the doctor was following his clipboard to another room and another patient sitting alone, balancing on the edge of the future.

 

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Wedbesdat -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘lets just try an’ limber up the key-touchers’

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

Given our heightened alertness, indicated by the letter-salad in the title, we’d be wise to find and post a RePrint post.

That being said…

Hey! Did you know that, when all is said and done, the arena of the Wakefield Doctrine is that of personal reality. Furthermore, (ah! surely a word that sounds like a Dickensian demand but, with a certain, cultured elegance), this personal reality is as magical/metaphysical/subjective and/or intellectually-indulgent as anyone could hope for.

Back in the very early days of this blog, we used to posit that there is a Realm of the Outsider, a Zone of Predation, a Ecosystem of the Herd. And we meant it. Hell, we still do, but let’s keep that between ourselfs, ok? No sense spooking any New Readers, before they can get a grasp on the three predominant worldviews.

… but the thing is, and we’re comfortable stating it, knowing the demographic of the typical Wakefield Doctrine aficionados/afficionadae, it helps to maintain the belief that reality is personal, if for no other reason than that position makes it more likely to consider alternate perspectives. And alternate perspectives are the gateway-view of the world that allows one to identify with another person.

But, it’s Wednesday and we’ve already said too much.

Except this: the single greatest benefit of taking up with this Wakefield Doctrine crowd(lette) is that we have found others to identify with. (Of course, this little revelation tells you what our predominant worldview. This belief is validated by the realities of ‘the other two’: one always knows where their pack is and the other is never without a Herd. We’re tempted to use the childishly fun word, oxymoron, in describing clarks and belonging, so we won’t.)

The three predominant worldviews of the Wakefield Doctrine:

  1. clarks (the Outsider) reality is informed by a childhood of being different and apart from; we begin the twin campaigns of avoiding scrutiny and learning what others clearly know about belonging
  2. scotts (the Predator) life is an adventure and, like most fictional adventures, is characterized by highs and lows, risk and reward and the endless chase of the unattainable
  3. rogers (the Herd Member) life is as good as the echo of those around you

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