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. 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...

  2. 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...

  3. 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...

  4. 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...

  5. 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 ...

  6. 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!&...

  7. 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.

  8. 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...

  9. 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 ...

  10. 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...

  11. 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,” ...

  12. 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...

  13. 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...

  14. 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...

  15. Not One for Drama

    A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, though I had prayed it wouldn’t. The Two Bones thugs shifted so their group squared off against the Red Thumbs fellow, an enforcer by the looks of him. He certainly bore enough scars on his face and balded p...

  16. Probably Not a Fight for Our Lives

    After a quick landing and disembarking, their rides disappeared into the night with a maelstrom of dust and gravel. Not really aware, almost too tired to be worried about that, Capt Dogra followed the group and the bobbing glow sticks into the maze of ...

  17. Masks Not of Our Own Choosing

    “Mr Gorbachev, tear off that mask!” came the shrill cry across the day room. Dennis sighed and shrugged, repeating his mantra in his head, “They’re mentally ill. Getting mad at them would be like getting mad at a child.” It didn&#...

  18. Who Couldn't Use a Friend

    I’d had worse spills, though they were generally my own fault for trying something stupid. This was a little more bizarre. My mind ran through numbers, like how long I’d been gone, when Sophie expected me back, and how many miles I’d ...

  19. The Ascension of Mister Toad

    Red skin glistening in the early morning light, the toad sat amongst the detritus of the suburban greenbelt. Other smaller toads hopped this way and that, paying him little to no heed. He did not mind; toads were not his concern. Through a thatch of re...

  20. Sea of Dreams

    My dreams assail me. They leave me troubled. They leave me. I see visions of lives unlived. I drown in my own insecurities and doubt. Once they left me sore of mind, now I ache as though pummelled. Every morning my mind reels, turned over. Every day th...

  21. No Signs of Life; Raining Hot Death

    Crammed into a mesh seat, locked into an tightened five point harness, and cradling his heavy backpack on his knees Capt Dogra wondered how the Chinook could have been any worse. The pair of Blackhawks containing their team lifted into the night with a...

  22. Parting is Such Sappy Sorrow, Such Confusing Pain

    The sun filtered through the green needles with the first real heat of a Carolina summer. The ground felt hot on my back, or maybe I felt hot on the ground. The smell of sap was everywhere. Though chaos engulfed me I heard only my own heartbeat. Alex w...

  23. Hello Mister Killjoy

    “I don’t want to be here any more.” The words sounded hollow. The man didn’t even lift his eyes as he said them, nor did he make any move to go. Few seemed to notice him and his rumpled suit as he sat in such a dejected way in t...

  24. A Near Life Experience

    I always thought transcendence would feel better. Waves of sick wash over, suggestions of sights and sounds just outside perception. Why can I not simply vomit and be done with it? Tantalizing tingles tease my limbs. Where are my limbs? A tongue I cann...

  25. Of Lowly Things 'Neath Heal and Sight

    I am a snake, born in the year of the snake, the month of the dragon. I bear no indignity, nor do I suffer fools who look down upon me. The red of my blood cooled by night’s dark black, I shall cause you no due fright, Hasten near to feel my slic...

  26. Shattered with Stones

    “Love and sex and hope and dreams are still surviving on the streets. Look at me, I’m in…” “Huh-whazzat, boo?” “Hmm? Oh nothing, just singing to myself.” Harold looked across the bathroom at his wife, her...

  27. Stars versus Darkness

    Somebody said between breaths…“We’re Navy, son…We don’t die…We just get one last…permanent change of duty station.” A few guys chuckled, palid attempts at buying into the humor in the midst of fear. I smi...

  28. Dance of the Moons

    I thought of my cousin (She’s not my cousin) The song on the radio, ‘Harvest Moon’ Set my toes to tapping A slow dance over the brake and the gas The stop and the go A step and a glide I thought of my cousin (She’s not my cousin...

  29. The Apothecary's Child

    I turned in time to be near-blinded by what must have been an industrial strength flashlight rapidly overtaking me. I winced and shielded my eyes as the rustling noise made quick progress to and past me. A gruff voice called in the passing, “Oy, ...

  30. Old Sins

    “Yeah,” Beth said as she sidled up behind him, using him as protection from the elements, “Seeking the light in the darkness is great for comfort but lousy for hiding.” He let that comment go and asked gravely, “Heard from...

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