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THX 0477

Joined May 2009.

538 stories, 6 challenges, 5927 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. 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...

  2. 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...

  3. 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, ...

  4. 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...

  5. 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...

  6. 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&...

  7. 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 ...

  8. 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...

  9. 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...

  10. 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...

  11. 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 ...

  12. 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,...

  13. 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...

  14. 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...

  15. 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...

  16. 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...

  17. Conflictual Action

    THX rolled his eyes and plopped down at the table, “There you go again, HSAR, rushing off to the adventure.” He propped his black boots on the table and scrutinized the chandelier. A bit sheepishly HSAR adjusted his top hat and brass rimmed...

  18. Discussions What Shouldn't Be

    The heavier of the cats, a grayish mass of fluff aptly named Fezzik, rolled his bleary eyes, “Perhaps if you had something original to say…” The slick black cat hissed him to silence; Jasmine always was tempermental. The lad paused ov...

  19. Reluctant Captor

    Eileen could not move; she could not scream. For all her efforts she only managed to squirm and dart her eyes around a room that was either cramped and poorly lit, or infinite in its darkness. A swaying figure lurched into view, a staid smile of welcom...

  20. Words That Cut, Wounds Not to Heal

    “You…rat! You piece of filth!” The words spat from her mouth. Her bony fingers extended then curled back into white-knuckled balls of fury. Head low, he stepped back slowly, taking note of the environment, the pan of hot grease, the k...

  21. Making Sense of Spit in the Wind

    The days were a blur of sand, wind, and sketchy accomodations. Though he had a notepad filled with notes on soldier after soldier, Capt Dogra wasn’t sure he’d done anything productive. Perhaps it was sufficient he had born witness to their ...

  22. Ear to the Alien Night

    I stare at the mirror. My vision fails me, or the surface is too dirty. Leaning, twisting to no avail, I cannot make out my own face. Is it there? Am I here? Where is here? I’m frustrated and bored all at once. “Benten, get off the hamper!&...

  23. Je suis; Je ne suis pas

    Je ne suis pas le démon, méchant franchment. Je suis le feu, tempestueux mais vivant. Je ne suis pas le chevalier dans l’armure brillante. Je suis l’hirondelle, faible mais libre.

  24. Idyllic Resting Place

    I seen a varmint the other day, dead and pretty mean tore up underneath a bush. The sunlight hit it just so, flitting through all the leaves and flowers, lovely pink flowers that had shed a blanket of pink on the mess. Something about it struck me as p...

  25. So Far

    I listened to the radio today That pop station that plays those songs Loud ones, fast ones, vapid things I cranked that crap up Nearly blew my dime store speakers Must have pissed off half a dozen neighbors But god, every song had such weight Elevated ...

  26. What Do You See

    “What do ya see, Jipper?” Tommy looked eagerly to his friend, squinting in the afternoon sun that beat down on the flat roof. He adjusted his seat, trying to get comfortable on the wadded up shirt he was using to protect his bum from the he...

  27. Do Over

    “It was the first time I killed a man, so frankly I’m not eager to go back.” Ms. Reardon blinked at the unassuming fifth grader in her office, “Matthew, I asked what you thought about going to college.” “Yes,” ...

  28. What He Is and Is Not

    “I am not some demon,” the shaky voice plead in the darkness, “frankly evil and dark.” Scratches and huffs answered from the undergrowth, and spindly fingers of vine and thorn scratched in exposed ankles. Overhead a reluctant mo...

  29. Opportunistic Supplication

    I turned away. What else could I do? Finally, the bartender was paying me some attention, a wide eyed stare of voyeurism, pity, and anxiety. I tapped the bar; without breaking eye contact he filled my glass with a finger of whiskey. I gave him a disapp...

  30. Dark Names, and Dark History

    Seated on a sandbag that felt more like concrete, Capt Dogra listened to the two grunts keeping watch, “The Dark Wizard is out again.” His buddy shrugged, “The Green Lady with him?” “Nope,” came the bored reply. Unab...

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