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THX 0477

Joined May 2009.

552 stories, 5 challenges, 6013 comments, and 28 friends

Dr. Tim’s Neurotic Rules of Ficly Life

[Disclaimer: This is not intended to be binding nor in any way an expectation of general members of Ficly, league members, family members or wearers of Member’s Only jackets]

1. Comment to Story posting ratio must exceed 5:1. Goal is 10:1. In other words, I write a story then find five others (at least) upon which to comment before writing another.

2. For every solo shot or sequel of my own material, I must write a sequel or prequel to the work of another author. If I’m going easy on myself, participating in a challenge also fulfills this requirement.

3. If someone comments on one of my stories, I go find one of theirs upon which to comment. It only seems fair, and I like to think it encourages commenting.

4. Awesomeness is the goal, always. Call me on it when I fail, please.

5. Clearly mark mature content and err on the side of caution.

6. Golden Rule remains in effect for all sequels, prequels, and comments.

Stories

  1. The Cruelty of Robot Humor

    Teetering about the periphery of the mechanized whirl of digitized chaos, JX547 wrung his hands. The plastic, called “life like” by his original creators, had long since crumbled and fallen away. Exposed servos twitched and flexed on his fa...

  2. Yes and No

    Yes, I do, sprang to my mind. Her eyes scanned our path ahead, ears pricked for the sound of prey. My eyes bore into the back of her skull. With a fatigued acknowledgement of the lightening sky she cooed, so pleased with herself, “Come. Your hung...

  3. Nancy Nice Not So Nice

    Trite perhaps but satisfying, I led with a seated punt to his groin. While his head came forward, that open mouth gaping wider than ever I swept both hands up to chop his throat from each side. He staggered back; I got up. In quick succession he lost, ...

  4. Fear and Choices

    With a flick, the shovel handle flew into the sky. Gracefully she leaped backwards and up, smiling all the while. All I could do was shimmy the rest of the way out of the coffin. “You chose.” Her words were as cold as I was assuming the air...

  5. Time Breathes

    With a desultory glance around he mutters, “Cripes, not again.” A cloud bank rolls in from the East and rolls back again. Three rats scuttle across a rooftop across the street, nearly at eye level, only to inch backward the way they came. T...

  6. Doors: Housecall (iv)

    The walls pulsed, and the floor groaned. Small collectible figurines began to look at one another nervously within their curios. Ms Angus sipped quietly at her tea with only the faintest of smiles across her thin mouth. Looking up from the tea she cast...

  7. Tsk, Tsk, Worse

    At five AM on a day with only one funeral planned, the mortuary should have been empty. Though to be fair, having been drained of all blood several days prior, my husband shouldn’t have been able to ask that one last question. In my defense, the ...

  8. Move, Move, Move

    0430 Ship Time “Up and at ‘em, runt! This ain’t the Navy for lollygaggers and yard pissers! Move, move, move!!” The words came barked with a suddent burst of light as his bunk’s screen slid open. Gruff assisted assisted hi...

  9. Pull to Leap

    I can make him do it. “No one can do that. It’s too far,” her own voice cooed, a melodious echo. I can make him do anything. Ripples of heat lapped up from the blacktop, the first warning signs of another long, hot Carolina Summer. Sw...

  10. The Horizon, Hens, and a Fool

    The horizon taunted me, far enough to be uncertain, close enough to be dangerous. Back and forth my eyes swept looking for anything. Birds would rustle if they came through the trees. Dust would pillow into the evening sky if they came by road. Another...

  11. Progress or Pause

    “I fail to see your point.” Dr. Sauvage, in turn, failed to suppress her sigh, “Keeping your eyes closed is just another way of avoiding reality, isn’t it, Mr. Penz?” No reply came. The small office seemed to pulsate with ...

  12. Somewhere Else

    Lunch proceeded as meals often did—snide comments about the ovine masses over dry, overly spiced food. The walk back to the car, the outrageously priced hybrid of course, was where things got interesting. “Honesly, Charles, I don’t kn...

  13. Time and Seasons

    In the still of a frigid night we met, two strangers on a snow covered quad. Through the fog from my own breath her eyes flared wild shades of green. Over two cups of hot chocolate our souls warmed, a romance for the ages, or so my tender, impressionab...

  14. Hard Choices in a Hard World (Mature)

  15. Mass Exodus and Brief Encounter

    Their conversation stopped short as the real Violet came sprinting into the hall, her second hand Chucks squeaking on the linoleum. One hand on the fire alarm she stared at her friend and the mech with her. For a brief instant she seemed to stare into ...

  16. Praying for Peace is Like F-king a Sheep (Mature)

  17. Horror in Struggle

    Staggering, reeling, and fighting the urge to vomit once again as thin tendrils snaked their way to the back of his throat he lurched through the saplings. Rough bark accosted him as he bounced off the larger trees. Vines lashed and slashed his ankles,...

  18. Lengths

    I shall run to the end of your sight Far from your judging ways Your cutting gaze My lovelorn malaise The love of your heart shall wound me no more I shall ride to the end of the land Out from the jostling masses Ignorant classes Muttering asses This u...

  19. Cucumbers and Death

    Sweat glands in abject rebellion, Dakota could not fight her growing dampness and uneasiness. Options and possibilities cascaded before her mind’s eye. None of them were particularly cheery. Stop. Breathe. Think. Words from the past echoed, a ble...

  20. Follow Her to God

    As two pairs of lips parted, the spell lifted. A gentle face of understanding and affection revealed itself a patchwork mass of flame-hued scales. The jagged slice of a mouth widened to devilish grin allowing a now forked tongue to flick Carol’s ...

  21. Drums of War Not Patty Cake

    Martin only paused, that quizzical look of his plastered on his goofy mug. The sound of my own heart played as the drums of war in my ears. The lingering heat of the shower combined with the fire of rage in my belly flushing my ears red. As I waited fo...

  22. End of the Beginning

    With little more than a sigh Miranda tugged on her sneakers. As usual she’d been sleeping in her jeans, done up, belt in place. Garret’s cough reminded her to put the towel at the base of the door. “Wake up, dipstick,” she said ...

  23. Offered Help Already Taken, Chopper Babe Style

    Between the narrow set headlights Marisa could make out a distinctive grill. Two gangly youths clambored out of the Jeep, making slightly more dramatic jumps to the pavement than absolutely necessary. They approached the bike, and she slid around the o...

  24. Chopper Babe Work Around

    With a growing sense of practice that disturbed eve her, Marisa scanned the horizon then made a perimeter search around the old gas station. A jackrabbit skitted off into the bushes as she rounded the back but little else broke up the monotony of deser...

  25. Small Change, Minor Mistake

    Kewan squirmed and fidgeted, a very unhappy little fairy. He had good reason, having been called before the Council of Cavitas, and he only a junior tooth fairy. Courtiers, guards and officials milled about him, all whispers and stolen glances. His min...

  26. Pondering the Wheat

    “Wheat. Why would they put wheat on the table? Too cheap for flowers, probably.” “Charles, are you even listening?” Snapped out of his mental meanderings, Charles could only nod sheepishly and hope he hadn’t missed anythin...

  27. Getting or Gotten Loose

    The lights in the hall flickered. Her tensed muscles had no target upon which to unleash their fury as she exited the holding cell. No guard. No interrogator. Not even a lame attempt at ‘good cop, bad cop’. Laser palmed but ready she crept ...

  28. Quick Considerations

    There exist moments in life, crossroads of fate. More often than not they come and go with hardly a notice. Ordinary people miss them entirely; that’s why they’re ordinary, of course. Seizing a moment is like grabbing hold of a string fully...

  29. Failing Breath and Losing Sight

    With a riotous clang of metal they burst through the roof exit. The chilled night air hit Denton square in the lungs. He barely suppressed his wheeze, “You know we’re on the roof, right?” “Yep,” came the curt reply, “...

  30. Paradoxes: Visitations of the Lowly

    A world of squalor paraded before young Talus’ eyes, blinking in and out of existence behind the wooden bars of his cage. Nobles floated along, oblivious, uncaring, or both. Merchants zipped this way and that, urgently striving and conniving. Pea...