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THX 0477

Joined May 2009.

539 stories, 6 challenges, 5929 comments, and 27 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. Desperation Procrastination

    Colliding with the gravel-covered roof knocked the swear words out of my mouth as I formed them. Slamming into with the exhaust vent finished off what little sense I’d had to start with. Katy was supposed to be in Louisiana, visiting kin. As long...

  2. A Change of Prose

    Hair of black and eyes of subdued green, Milton blended into the crowd, a morose footnote on the liturgy of life. Hands a quiver he wrote and wrote, composition notebooks filled with musings on the meaninglessness of existence. With short, choppy phras...

  3. No Easy Day (Challenge Repost)

    Paul squinted at a sky made hazy with humidity, just a hint of blue. The day was not going to go easy on him. He picked at his shirt, clingy with sweat, as he picked his way around the goats and their droppings. “Particular as always,” his grandpap...

  4. Which Day Falls the Dream

    Love comes, and love goes. We all know this , and yet for the preservation of sensibility and face the sin persists—denying affection’s course. You hold my hand, soothing softly my gnawing realizations. I watch your eyes, still so warm upon...

  5. Deep Space Bureaucracy

    Jaw set and eyes lit, the captain barked, “Confirm ident and get me ROE.” “Aye sir,” shot the sensors officer, “Gelwiern, TC Bravo, fire if fired upon.” The comms officer rolled his eyes, “In the butt crack of ...

  6. Random Benefits to Lack of Agility

    More intent on supplying himself with oxygen, Denton completely missed the lack of lighting as he hit corridor 7b2. In an inglorious moment of mass and momentum he slid through a puddle of something. A crack and a ping assailed his ears just before the...

  7. Texas Physics

    Ten story drop if I missed it. Two story drop if I made it. I’d had better odds, and I’d had worse. In the glare of that Texas sun fate seemed to smiling, smirking at least. She’s a fickle whore of a muse, if you ask me. “Aaron,...

  8. Assuming Command

    Through bleary eyes the wall calendar and the paperwork on my desk alternated. The glint of morning sun through a hazy sky was sufficient to allow confirmation. Today was the day. Per the orders, fresh from command on my desk the ascension was complete...

  9. Optimism in Dark Places

    A weary foursome, we stalked out of the apartment building. Bloodshot eyes watched our departure, perhaps hoping to slip in the outer door, sleep in a hallway. The August night welcomed our silence, and we its. Only after our course took us through the...

  10. Cry of Jack in the Night

    “Jack!” the call came over the coms, upsetting the quiet of the evening and a precariously balanced box of donuts. A quick check of the board showed only one com active in the 25 acre complex. The grid pinged in sector 17, near chemical sto...

  11. Things That Can't Wait

    The code spilling before my eyes was immense and convoluted, elegent and engrossing. The determined efforts of the crew around me faded to black: life, the universe, and my sense of self swallowed up in the glowing script on a borrowed screen. Meaning ...

  12. Ain't Nobody Pleased

    In early April, Jacob took a shine to Lizzy, whose proper and full name escapes me. Some time in May, Horrace noticed this fact. Teasing commenced before June. Lizzy, on account of a preoccupation with butterflies, didn’t notice until July that a...

  13. Limited Vision, the Human Frailty

    Consoles dimly lit anxious faces from beneath. The vid screens had gone dark along with the overhead lights. With a flicker and a buzz the red emergency lights came to life. Harrigan looked grim, fingers drumming out a rhythm on his armrest. “Eye...

  14. Brothers, Guns, and Manliness

    There ain’t a thing inherently manly about pulling a trigger. Time to time, the subtleties of life combine in terms of what put the gun in such a position and just whereto that bullet is whipping off to such that the whole situation might meet mu...

  15. Moment's Silence

    Before anyone could think to turn it off in good taste, a vid screen showed the results of the rupture. The monitoring unit one deck up and nearly 4oo meters forward still managed to capture the scene with disturbing clarity. The faint outline of the r...

  16. Where Dreams Take

    “I had the dream again.” The words hung in the still August air, hardly able to drift to Mabel’s ears. She let the statement take its fluttering course to the earth of quiet acceptance. To signal the death knell of the thought a small...

  17. Oblivion Come At Last

    The voice from my throat growled above the clamor of my brother’s 78 Skylark, “You said women?” “Yeah, Billy, lots of women, just across the bridge in Vicksburg. You know, that little brothel the sheriff runs.” “Name...

  18. True Adventures in Parenting, Part 2

    Before leaving to get my doctor bag I decided to give her something to do. I instructed her to plug one nostril and blow out the other. She plugged the left and went to work. I returned. Sadly, due to disuse, my otoscope was not working. My small but v...

  19. True Adventures in Parenting, Part 1

    From within Sam’s room came a panicked yelp. My first instinct was, sadly, “Oh great, more hysterics.” She’d just spent half an hour processing the impending first day of school with my wife, and I’d really hoped she’...

  20. Bad Sailing and Thirst for Tequila

    “Imperialist pig dog!” came the war cry from the tavern door. The dingy yellow light silhouetted the man’s paunchy figure, a golden ray filtering through the sloshing contents of a bottle in his hand. The sigh left my lips as any hope...

  21. Red Lights

    That was wrong. Nooks and crannies of my brain screamed it over and over again, a chorus of doubt. I’d had the debate before, a hundred times over, an argument always ended by the reassuring feel of cash in hand. This was different. This came wit...

  22. Folding Into the Great City

    At the age of five years the world opened up to show me death, a gaping maw that swallowed up all motherly affection and hope. Within two years the clouds of doubt had so obscured my way as to make meaningful navigation a folly of comical proportions. ...

  23. Conflicting Mandates

    What it took was not a great deal of effort. The real problem came in the form of Doreen, their raven haired designated killer of anything resembling fun. I swear the girl had a bible in her purse and was likely to pull it out at any minute. The brunet...

  24. Romance, A Stone, and Blood

    “You,” the dashing man in black intoned gravely, “are the chosen one. With one touch of the sacred stone, you save all of vampire kind, restore our humanity. Then…” He paused, felt the tears wet his cheeks as they were her...

  25. Demons Will Play

    Take last Friday night for example. The dive was swaying to some old Merle Haggard from the juke box. My friend and I were swaying to the beat of a fifth of something his cousin brewed, probably in a bathtub. Less than thirty people in the joint, and w...

  26. Angels Don't Cry

    My mother once told me, “Angels don’t cry.” I was never quite sure what she meant, though it probably had something to do with not blubbering and causing a scene at dad’s funeral. She was proper like that, most of the time. I al...

  27. Morning Messenger After Mead

    Dawn had scarcely chased the revelers back to more private quarters when Kylun heard the rap at his door. Too foggy with sleep to be either excited or annoyed he trudged from his simple cot to answer the insistent knocking. Even the dim light of mornin...

  28. Free From Life and Sin

    “You got my money, boy?” Hands outstretched, Paul turned to face the question, no answer but a faint smile. He regarded the bloated bear of a man and felt nothing. More rightly, he felt the great upwelling of anger and resentment for the pa...

  29. Coming Darkness Above Purvis Creek

    An hour before the appointed time, Paul stood at the midpoint of the Route 13 bridge, Rankin county to his left, Smith county to his right. The yellow-brown water of Purvis creek crept along, full of crawdads and frogs, poor oblivious creatures. He pal...

  30. Religion and Motivation

    Mae hollered, like women of her ilk were want to do, “Paul, you sad sack, where you been?” Paul stopped well short of the screen door held open for him, smelling the usual bacon and greens, “Afternoon Mae, I just…” “...