THX 0477

Joined May 2009.

552 stories, 6 challenges, 5998 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.


  1. Restart//

    She is imperfect. She is beauty incarnate. The human pauses, detecting her own detection. Whirs and beeps fill the air between bursts of static. The others have noticed her as well. An electronic eternity passes. Probabilities are calculated and course...

  2. Summer Heat, Warm Smiles

    Dicey lay by the pool for the umpteenth afternoon of an endless Summer. The weather, heavy with humidity and oppressively hot, was perfect for a dip. Too much neglect leading to a fuzzy green tint made the pool less than inviting all the same. She didn...

  3. Let It Rain Down on Me

    There stood Ni Kuo. He did not flee the cursing. His hands were raised but not to cover himself. Fury shone on his face like the Summer sun. I lost sight of him for a few moments while I ran for cover. All the land could offer was a bit of jutting rock...

  4. Potty Dishumor

    There is such a thing as the cathartic poo. After such a bowel movement one might stand and say internally or even aloud, “Why, I feel five pounds lighter. There is a spring in my step, and I do believe it is time to go a capering. Huzzah, and ha...

  5. Time, Timing, and Belches

    Goddamn Murphy’s Law, alcohol corollary! The occupant of the room mused on the oddities of chance for a moment. He considered indulging in the low grade imitation whiskey. Professional ethics or just a wary and empty stomach got the better of him...

  6. Dream of the Dark Prophet

    In the dead of night, Roy sat bolt upright and rasped, “Oy, farkakt!” As he leapt from the bed Miriam managed to mumble, “Herm, wha-hazzah? Roy, what in the world?!” Her husband was hastily pulling back the flowered curtains fro...

  7. Notepad of Negotiation

    Gordon eyed himself in the mirror. At thirty-six he stood five feet and ten inches tall, weighing at an unimpressive one hundred ninety-seven pounds. It was not a taut one hundred and ninety-seven pounds. As it was, he’d already lost forty pounds...

  8. Burden of Sentience

    I met a man once. He was pleasant. I wander, though I deem it a good thing. The world is vast and ever changing. Perhaps I have gone round and back a dozen times, perhaps a thousand. It matters not; variation continues during each absence such that the...

  9. Wog on a Mission

    Eyes steeled by duty, Buckles ducked under yet another round of high-fives. His small form darted this way and that, bobbing amidst the jubulant crew. Practiced hands kept the all-important delivery stable and undisturbed. “Buckles!” came a...

  10. Time To Close Dark Chapters

    “We should go in,” she whispered, her voice a delicate breeze. Devin nodded, head and heart heavy, “Yes, it’s time.” He paused, breathed deep the languid air, “It’s time to go home.” She gave a careless g...

  11. To Be Tugged

    Massive and hollow, Kraken tugged the ship, beckoning it down with lonely gravity. Albatross X remained diffidently aloft, soaring on graviton waves. Kraken yearned to be inhabited, stretched forth tract after track of land to be occupied. A crew weary...

  12. Interruptions to Marital Bliss

    In the quiet afterglow of a crisis averted and a good breakfast, Miriam and Roy lounged in the den. Light filtered through the orange and yellow curtains, throwbacks to a bygone era or perhaps just a cheap motel. Either way, Roy liked them just fine; M...

  13. Off to Face the Coming Night

    The boy, for he was no more than a boy no matter how he might protest, shifted his heavy belt and tugged his watch cap into place. His smile was a quiet act of defiance and denial. The night would be long and in all likelihood bloody. His mother feigne...

  14. Marital Bliss Made Less or More

    Roy came blundering through the kitchen door, slamming it hastily behind him. His eyes were wide behind the wire rimmed glasses, and his chest heaved. Miriam eyed him over her bowl of Life cereal, “The McElroy’s dog get loose again.” ...

  15. Sweet Smell of Remembrance

    Unseen, a night breeze picked up and scooted ripples across the pond. Scents drew Devin inward as only the olfactory sense can. He smiled. The smell of wet and rotted logs told volumes of his youth, days spent sloshing where he ought not have been slos...

  16. Lies of Dignity

    Roger scoffed and turned to regard his daughter through the glass, “Hmph, some call it that, yes. You should ask my wife what she thinks of it all.” Dutifully, but with a withering glance the pastor turned to Daphne. She did not pose a ques...

  17. Through the Gates, So To Speak

    In the settling dust Jared found himself face to face with the monster of Castle Court, a king of vice with a jester’s cackle. He’d leapt so quickly from his dated Impala, a makeshift buldozer now resting half through the living room wall, ...

  18. Tacit Conversation

    Fireflies put on a furtive show at the far end of the pond. For Devon they remained as muted and unseen as the stars above. The sky of his youth, a great humid expanse above Spanish Moss and winding creeks, now seemed flat and unimpressive. Celestial r...

  19. Something Is As It Will Be

    I can see you’re something Or is it your something Maybe someone’s something Nacent, existent, self evident Oh yes, you are, are, are Seed of hope to tree of life If you fall do so majestically Make your noise Take the whole damn forest wit...

  20. Questions For Moving On

    A question hung in the air. What now? The doctor reminded himself inwardly to remain impassive but concerned. He knew the answer to the question. They knew the answer as well. He could only hope she didn’t ask the other question. “Is there&...

  21. Caught Between

    With his limping gate, Devon crossed the lawn as well as he was able. Light from an obnoxiously lively party lit him from behind, cast his shadow clear to the pond. Laughter echoed against glass only to be swallowed up in the infinite night. Tentative ...

  22. Personal Space Pilot

    Space occupies my mind. I consider the distance between you and I. Leagues and years create an impassable chasm. Unable to find answers, my head is as good as empty. “Where do you think you’re going?” she rasps, hot whiskey-tinged bre...

  23. Situations Upon Situations

    Pride goaded me forward. Doubt nagged at me from the corners. Desperation kicked along a harried thought process. Fear waited patiently. “You don’t need to talk,” the man said in a tone that was not exactly reassuring. The news was we...

  24. Cost of Flight

    Call me Old fashioned Melancholic Traditionalist Life is a soup Time flowing flowing flowing down down Caught in the current Awash in chronology We thrash bash crash Call me Just call me Don’t go Bob a while Here Some dash We dart Get away away F...

  25. Hot and Cold Breakfast

    It all started with a tiny spark. “So,” she asked coolly over the steam from her coffee, “how was the party last night?” Admittedly, I was not in the best frame of mind. Things had sort of dragged on until somewhere past one in ...

  26. What I Like Today

    I have a crush on the coffee girl. It’s silly really, down to high school or even middle school levels of absurdity. I’ve never spoken to her. The extent of interaction is a smile hello as I pass by from time to time. She’s just cute,...

  27. Quit Hounding Me

    “Aw, quit yer yappin’, Mackey,” the gruff voice rumbled against the patter of rain on the tin roof. “Jolly, I’m just sayin’ that she was…” whined a response from behind a sweeping spotlight. Mackey checke...

  28. No Chance For a Boy

    “I will not take no for an answer!” The voice resounded through the hallways with the force of an avalanche. Four classrooms away Pistol and Tugs shivered at a shared imagined visual of Mr. Geddings bearing down on poor Amos with fervor and...

  29. Answers Unreadable

    In a moment of clarity Steph looked up from the heavy tome. Her breathing sped ever so slightly. Glimmering dark eyes flitted about the musty library in search of movement but found none. The scene went a little fuzzy as her attention turned inward. Th...

  30. As Westerns Go

    The dirty saloon fell silent as a dark mountain of a man blustered through the swinging doors. With heavy strides he came to the bar and surveyed the motley patrons. They stared back with enlargened eyes. He liked that look. To his companion who had fl...

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