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

This is the Doctrine’s weekly contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. The reason? It is better to exist in a personal reality where the default emotional-state is positive. Like fashionable clothing or an expertly prepared meal, it is in small things, ingredients finishes,(clearly we didn’t think through this particular metaphor), that are responsible for the overall overall effect on the objective observer. And, as Mimi and the other hostinae demonstrate, the details count.

(For the clarks out there? Details, in this context, should not be construed to be the: ‘oh, shit, I see, now that I read through it, I missed a point, over-did the similes all those little things!’ No. Despite being how ‘details’ may manifest in the personal reality of Outsiders, the true meaning is way easier. And simpler. And, ‘ya coulda told me!!’

That said, we place our faith in the notion that ‘Practice leads to approaching perfect’. And so we make the decision to look at the world and decide to see how it, or the parts (of it) we encounter, are positive. Rather than negative.

1) Phyllis —————————————————-↓

2) Una ——————–↑

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story  Doctrine’s Six-Pick of the Week: ‘Happiness‘ by our very own Mimi.

5) the Unicorn Challenge  Wakefield Doctrine’s Choice Challenge of the Week: ‘Champagne on Ice‘ from the Sicilian Storyteller

6) Tom and me and the Serial Six ‘Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood. (This link takes you to a page we’ve created that allows you to read the story as a whole. Let us know what ya think of it!)

7) Weather is reasonably moderate. Not only can’t complain, but gotta sigh with relief.* No frozen water.

8) something, something

9) getting some rainage…. this past week

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* purely in a personal, aka selfish sense. It does not bear too much thought about conditions in the ‘real’ world. ya know?

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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

Having but one rule: the sentence count for the story must be Six.

Prompt Word:

NAIL

“Hey tall err thin…. fuck, old man, where ya goin?” the Sophomore’s voice held an urgency common to the young when caught-up in an unexpected but overwhelmingly enjoyable event, a voice behind the music laughed, ‘Tell them it is the Raconteuse  and she commands their attendance,’ a flare-up of voices laughing.. ‘yeah! immediately, post haste… don’t make us call jenne and Ford…” ; the remaining sound was celebration rather than information.

Stepping out of the darkness of the hallway, the tall, thin man stopped at the edge of the glow emanating from the Café, slow rollers of respect and love shared by two beings at the end of the bar broke around him, a human-scale Flying Dutchman at the mercy of the ocean.

The Proprietor smiled, “It’s good to see you two.”

Behind the bar, a computer screen flared into life in sync with both human’s phones: The bar display scrolled letters, “And don’t forget the Prompt word, (signed Major Tom); Mimi’s phone played a bar or two of Max Rebennack followed by an animated clouds of smoke spelling: ‘It Rhymes with Ace’, yours Ἥφαιστος and from the tall, thin man’s device, a audio file whispered, “If you three think I’m schlepping drinks up all those stairs, well, yes in fact my name is Bartender.”

Hūnga barked, in that special tone, which all too-few could translate, “You humans, you’re almost where you were Supposed to be.”

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

Detail of the painting “God reprimanding Adam and Eve”, by F. Zampieri (1625)

Oh, the Humanity!

No, we have no idea why we wrote that or what it might mean.

That being said, we do know what Friday means: ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘. This is when jenne and ceayr go all ‘June and Ward Cleaver’ on the blogosphere and get some pretty damn talented writers to have a TAT-moment from the photo of the week.

Anyway. Two Hundred fifty words is what they allow us to write a story keying off the photo below.

“Who would do such a thing?”

The girl’s voice trembled with outrage, her posture, galvanized with fear, sought ground, yet her eyes were all challenge and defiance.

The boy was startled. Then confused. Finally aroused. However, in the way of many of his kind, taught lessons that left no trace other than a set of invisible cue cards for conversation with others not of his kind, chose to laugh. The opposite of a hug, laughter was the go-to strategy for those disadvantaged by self-conscious empathy; serving as a well-padded courtship ritual.

“Hey, doncha’ know, that’s the work of Krylontisse, the most notorious tagger in the city. And, to be quite honest with you,” the young man pulled at metaphorical cuffs as he unconsciously evoked the First Prayer to St. Sigmund, Proiectio est innocentia diaboli, “that’s kind of how I felt when we first met.”

The young women stood straighter, in-curving her shoulders slightly, the closest the body comes to frowning. She clearly was not impressed.

“I don’t care who she is! Why do they let her deface our city’s buildings with such disturbing images?”

“Who said he was a chick? Why can’t he be a guy?”

“Because of the…” saying a prayer to Lilith, the girl smiled at two small victories: the acceptance of herself and the too-little-to-be-held-responsible discomfiture of her companion.

“Never mind, be glad you will never understand. Now take me home.”

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