3 Sentence Ficathon

[rthstewart]

EDIT!  THIS POST IS NOW CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS,  PLEASE POST NEW PROMPTS HERE!

CaramelSilver isn’t running the awesome 3 sentence ficathon this year, but she said I could do it in her place!!  (Banner courtesy of CaramelSilver and thanks so much!)

What is the 3 Sentence Ficathon?
This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like, as many times as you want.

What do I do?
You post prompts!  When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Only one prompt per comment please.

What else?
You answer other posters' prompts in three sentences (or more if you can't stop yourself) and fill as many prompts as you want, as many times as you wish.  If you see that a prompt you loved has already been filled, go ahead and fill it again!  Multiple fills of the same prompt allowed. 

I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem.  You can comment anonymously or through open ID

Can anyone play?
Yes!  Please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

I'm cross-posting to LJ but we will keep all prompts and fills here, so they are in one awesome place (and with less spam). 

Here's a link for spreading the word to all your friends and comms (thanks snacky !)


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How long can it go? 
CaramelSilver kept the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon up for a month.  I'd suggest closing it on Sunday, April 7, 2013.  How does that sound? (edit:  If we reach 5,000 comments sooner, I'll start a new one).

Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want.  Last year, a lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag.

Gosh who are all these people writing such great prompts and fills?
Good question!  Come to the friending meme and introduce yourself if you like.

As  lady_songsmith explains, for the 2011 3 Sentence Ficathon, grim_lupine created a delicious account to archive the 3 Sentence Ficathon.   lady_songsmith has reactivated the archive on delicious for this challenge, so, here is the account (nothing current added yet, though): https://previous.delicious.com/3sentence She asks that if anyone would be willing to help knock down the backlog of the prolific-ness thus far, let her know!!  (She adds:  I know folks are kinda down on delicious with the changes, but, hey, it's an archive already set up with useful tags!)

On the subject of archiving, I really encourage people to collect and post their fills elsewhere.  That way, we can find your work more easily again, redundancy is always good and it's really useful for future remixes and other challenges and gift exchanges you might participate in. I'll start a linking post so that if you do collect all your fills and post them on your own blog or an archive like AO3, you can give give us the link in comments. 


edited March 12, 2013
edited March 13, 2013 to fix box coding problem (thanks to those who helped!) and to add link to friending meme
edited March 15, 2013 to add information on archiving.
edited March 24, 2013 to close post to new prompts. 

Comments

[betony]

Doctor Who (2005), Ten and Martha, "my mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun"

[pleonasm]

When Martha is walking the world, centuries and miles away from her home and everything she holds dear, she holds tight to those memories from that first trip that she took with the Doctor - to the flirting of Shakespeare and the simple defeat of the Carrionites - now that she thinks about it, now, she feels like that had been a vacation, practically: the thank-you he'd promised.

Now he has no promises for her, just a hair-brained scheme that she has to offer her everything to - her pain, her fear, her loss, her worry. Before she goes to sleep, before her prayers, she reads her sonnet, if she can dare a light, from the one small page she carries with her always - "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" and sometimes, it helps her feel less cold.

[betony]

*lets out a very small scream* Oh my god, Martha in the Year That Never Was! (!!!!) I have always admired her strength and her courage during this part of canon, and here, with her surreptitious reading of sonnets to give her the endurance to go on, and the encouragement that literature can give you in the darkest of times, and--This is fabulous, end of story. ♥

[pleonasm]

So glad you liked! ♥ Martha is criminally under-appreciated, I'm just doing my best to fix that.

[samueljames]

Love this and love Martha holding on to happier memories to help her on her walk.

[pleonasm]

Thank you!

[tieleen]

In the beginning he seems perfect, this thing wild and new, a whole universe in his palm, inside his box, in his crooked grin when he looks through her but still seems happy that she's there beside him; even his clear imperfections are perfect, somehow, part of a flawed flawless whole.

Slowly it shifts, so that his failings and his missing places are truly what they are -- not a story, not a dream of adventure; just a man, a man who doesn't always hold the world inside his hand quite carefully enough, whose box is vast but sometimes too small for anyone else, who can't be trusted with her heart; and Martha loves the reality of him, the arrogance and vanity and alienness, the stubbornly blind hope and the tarnished faith in others, the lengths he will go to in the name of good causes and sometimes bad ones, too.

And perhaps it's simply a thing that spreads, once you stop listening to the stories you tell yourself and start looking at truths -- perhaps it's a habit she fine-tuned when she was walking the world, everything broken and ruined and still good enough to warrant saving, but surely it started back there in that blue box with the man who never held her heart quite carefully enough; once she saw all his shortcomings, saw and minded and didn't look away, and knew that he was still good enough -- once she walked the world, and talked to people, and saw what humans sometimes did when things were bad, and they were still good enough -- maybe it was inevitable that she'd look at herself and pass the same judgment, give the same kindness, and judge herself to be good enough as well.