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. Mercy for Two Winters

    The bar went quiet in expectation, which made Sid’s scraping attempts to scoot to a far corner all the more obvious and frankly a little sad. The preacher stood his ground, by the bar, next to Randon, uncomfortably between he and the stranger at ...

  2. Keep It Simple

    Hirc shrugged and absently tapped the harmonica against one of his horns. He couldn’t help but glance at his friend’s massive ones, curved and majestic. Everything about the minotaur was massive, larger than life, from his hulking head to h...

  3. Questions Within, Questions Without

    “Commander, are you alright?” the lilting voice came over the intercom, the now familiar Welsh accent adding that extra measure of concern. Miranda stretched her neck as much as she could to each side within the suit, an outward attempt to ...

  4. Acronyms and Explosions

    “I don’t mean to be negative, but I don’t like our odds.” Heavy thuds echoed through the valley, overwhelming the assorted pops and clacks already in progress. “See, that was a JDAM. Isn’t that encouraging.” Th...

  5. Rambunctious Boy

    At the back of the classroom, Emmitt froze. He hadn’t realized the desk was so unstable. He didn’t think the teacher was watching. He hadn’t figured the log cabin of pencils would fly so high if he and the desk fell over. He heard the...

  6. Who Needs a Sermon?

    From the floor Sid let out a noise, somewhere between a moan and an inarticulate cursing of either his bad luck, Randon’s uncouth nature, or both. The preacher swallowed hard and sipped his seltzer water. Randon just threw back his fourth shot, e...

  7. Wondering About Love and Queens

    He wasn’t sure why he loved the queen, but he was sure it had something to do with the fact he was in a royal world. Why not love a queen? On legs as unsteady as his resolve, Morris paced the ornate carpet, window to door, bed on one side, wardro...

  8. Damn the Socks!

    In the dead of night the echoes of tribal drums resound within the souls of men. An off kilter, cheshire moon grins down as Herman feels this beat, the stirring in his loins from generations past. He rises, driven by primitive impulses, moving by force...

  9. Ugly Testimony

    In a swirl of lust and dust Randon thumped down the saloon stairs. Shirt askew and pants undone, he made his unsteady way towards the bar. Eyes rolled, and knowing hands patted chuckling backs. He rasped, “I need more whiskey, and two more gir...

  10. Foundation Rocked

    The girl’s head snapped back. A thin arc of blood leapt for the door. The stone made a dull ricochet to the right, tumbling to the ragged wall. Several heads nodded approval. Someone mumbled, “Fair toss…seen better.” Odd Walt li...

  11. A Dream, Not Just a Dream

    “Promise me…” “Shh now, baby. You don’t have to ask that.” Her voice is soft but pleading, her hands supple but assured. She traces out love letters that would put Shakespeare to shame across my burning flesh. The mo...

  12. Complacency Unfulfilling

    The world swirls, saccarine sweet and plastic perfect. Amber hears the voices echo uniform cheer from neighboring worlds. They sing of peace and safety. She hears a chorus of stagnation. The chorus speaks of contentedness in lack of displeasure. The ch...

  13. Warrior's Sonnet

    Low and fallow ground below us may lie To seek that soil’s embrace, cradle of life Humble aspiration, kingly reward Take part with yon god, gods or some goddess Urge and shelter, worship green creation Tis not for us this peaceful endeavor Climb ...

  14. Of Hair Rollers and Demonic Spells

    With ten girls sitting around an altar that was until moments previously a Barbie Dream House, Edna intoned solemnly, “And now we shall perform the banishment ceremony.” During the dramatic pause, Stacy whispered to Amber, “Worst slee...

  15. Different Door, Same Old Story

    At a very different door, Graves and Tenwith paused. Graves inspected the frame, taking note of the archaic symbols barely visible in the grain. Satisfied, he took a few steps back and scanned the area. “We’re clear, old boy.” Tenwith...

  16. Just What the Doctor Ordered (Mature)

  17. Post-Suburban Sprawl Commentary

    “This place is creepy.” “That’s the point, Sue.” “Then why am I wearing a prom dress?” “It’s a juxtaposition, the beat down house with the fancy outfit. Try standing more towards the window.” ...

  18. Forward to Eternity

    Whether due to the darkness or his self delusion as to his level of control he didn’t see the first blow coming, a wild swing that connected with his left knee. The shock of pain and disallusionment prevented him from anticipating the next strike...

  19. Muddy Understanding at Best

    A hard fought game long done, the dragging squeak of tennis shoes betrayed the passage back into the stadium of one weary athlete. In the shadows of the concession stand counter sat a dirty fellow, unshowered, still clad in the school’s proud gre...

  20. Pocket of Life

    Pocket of life amidst the barrens Bowl before the heavens Stony tendrils spread under vaulted sun In their midst a spring fed glade Amidst miles of rock and held aloft Greenery grows and beckons souls Weary of war and valley heat, “Come partake, ...

  21. Loss in the Din

    As half the platoon made a wary descent towards fields of dangerously high corn below an explosion echoed from behind the hill. Small arms fire cracked through the air and over the radio, “We’re good…Johnson, you okay? Hey…shit&...

  22. Clean Up Time

    “Counsel’s not going to like this,” Graves muttered as he kicked a shell towards the water. His companion grunted and returned to raking the sand. A rotund tourist in an ill fitting of trunks ambled past, offering a blue popsicle ting...

  23. Life as a Photograph

    Life is not real today, for it is a picture. It was another still; it will be another soon enough, with me a passive observer to the succession of images. My assertions amount to just enough to turn the pages, present the next tableau. Here a row of bu...

  24. Eyeing the Gap

    I eyed the ship, both of us baked by the Caribbean sun. She lay almost upright, just a slight tilt to starboard there on the sand, almost akin to a tilting of the head that says, “Come on then, let’s make a go of it.” The hole had lon...

  25. Funny Names We Use (Mature)

  26. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, but not now

    None of the half dozen bridge crew dared respond, each looking intently at their work station consoles. Bleeps and bips echoed in the still. Indicator lights flicked on and off in broken cadence. Time and space crept by. “We should be at the rend...

  27. Third Option

    Once trembling and limp, she rose taut and lithe. Pain from countless bruises and deeper insults ebbed, replaced with a knowing numbness. All that remained was a sensation of heat deep inside in contrast to the basement’s damp chill, a coolness t...

  28. Nothing Much to Hear

    Why is she looking at the freaking ground. I’m right here. I’m trying. I’m doing my best. Dramatic little… “Look, I really care about you and want to make this right.” At least answer. Say something so I know where y...

  29. What to Call Thee

    Ethrel froze, his rough iron blade hovering above what was left of a tiny carcass. Uneducated as he was, this seemed wrong, or out of the ordinary at the very least. Right folks didn’t hear voices. The village idiot did but not the right people. ...

  30. Silk Starlight, Redux

    A delicate hand raises limply to trace circles in the mosquito netting. The man in the moon intrudes, casting a symphony of non-color across the white mesh, cobwebs, and pale skin. Her faint rasp of a breath is an angel’s footfall. He watches, po...

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