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rthstewart) wrote2018-12-09 03:03 pm
rthstewart) wrote2018-12-09 03:03 pm
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Three Sentence Ficathon
UPDATE! EDIT!
We're running into the Dreamwidth comment limits so all new prompts should be posted here Keep responding to and filling already posted prompts here, but all new ones should go to the new thread!
We're running into the Dreamwidth comment limits so all new prompts should be posted here Keep responding to and filling already posted prompts here, but all new ones should go to the new thread!
Someone did this banner for me a couple of years ago. It's great, isn't it?
st_aurafina! Thank you again!caramelsilver ran one last year on Livejournal and I did two over here a few years ago. We'll keep it open until January 31, 2019 which should give everyone time to play a little. This is a delightful part of the online fandom community.
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 first?
You post prompts! When posting a prompt please format it this way:
fandom, character(s), prompt word/sentence.
Only one prompt per comment please. So, for example,
Star Wars, Obi-Wan Kenobi, I don't like sand."
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 are allowed and even encouraged! (We get really fun stories going this way).
Can I still post if I need more than 3 sentences? Or should I just abuse grammar in ways the English language never contemplated?
Yes. Yes.
But I'm not a member of Dreamwidth
No problem. You can comment anonymously or through open ID
Can anyone play?
Yes! Please signal boost this to your flist, followers, and any other places you frequent. Come one, come all!
The more people who come and play, the better!
Can I spread the word?
Yes, please. I'd love to create a nifty banner with an embed code but I fail at it. So if you create one, I'll post it and everyone can use it.
How long will it go?
Tentatively, we'll close it on January 31, 2019.
Are there any rules about cross-posting?
Nope, you can post wherever you want, whenever you want. A lot of folks collected their responses together and posted them on AO3 under the 3 sentence fiction tag. 3SFs are a terrific prompt for remixes and could be helpful for Yuletide bears, too.
What about spoilers, content warnings, triggers, pairings, ratings, tags, and squick?
I thought about this. It wasn't an issue the last 2 times I ran this but times change. In my experience, this typically gets too big, moves too fast, and the stories are too short for content warnings and ratings. You should assume spoilers are fair game and that the initial poster and responder have opted to use no content warnings or tags. I've found personally that I can skim by stuff that, from the prompt, I can tell isn't my favorite flavor of delicious cake. Use your best judgment and be prepared to skip over things that aren't your thing.
And here, have some icons!
I'll start things off...
Edit to add on 12/18/2018 Please check out this update here. And this friending meme if you're so inclined here.
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He recognizes the darkness. It echoes the one inside him. And not booze and pills and work; not a shared cigarette, a pull from the same flask, accidentally on purpose bumping hips with his high school ex; not even having someone – a child, a girl - to take care of drive it away for good.
But this, their nighttime ritual - well, their once every ten days ritual (he gets distracted, she gets temperamental.) It helps.
“Last one for tonight. Your pick.”
“Peter. And the snow.”
It comes out before he can push it down: an eye-roll, an impatient expelling of breath. He opens his mouth: to complain that she had no right to go through Sara’s books; point out that someone who runs away to Chicago and has time for a makeover before she waltzes home in the nick of time to slaughter a passel of demon dogs and close an inter-dimensional portal is too damn old for a bedtime story; threaten that this is the absolute last time he’ll read it to her.
But she looks at him with those hollow, unblinking eyes, and the words fade away.
“When he woke up his dream was gone. The snow was still everywhere. New snow was falling! After breakfast he called to his friend from across the hall, and they went out together into the deep, deep snow.”
He’s rewarded with the hint of a smile, a muted sigh of content. She snuggles deeper into the mouse nest of faded quilts she insists on sleeping under.
“Does the snow ever get so high here?"
“Nah, excepting big blizzards of course. It doesn’t snow so much over there, either. It’s just that with the plows, the narrow streets, it looks higher."
“Enough for a snowman, though."
“There, yes. Here, too."
“And he likes the bath?”
“Of course. It gets cold out in the snow. Feels good to warm up in a nice, friendly tub.”
She pooches her lips out, unconvinced.
“When you came to the house, you were cold, right?”
“Yes. My toes hurt.”
“And the shower warmed you up? You felt better while you were taking one, afterwards too? Liked how you felt toasty from the inside out, not just on the surface?”
“Yes.”
“With the tub, it's the same thing. Better, even. You can add bubbles."
She nods, skeptical, but slightly less so than the last time they had this conversation.
He prepares himself for her next sortie, reminds himself not to lose his temper.
“You’ll let me go outside? To make one? Next time it snows?”
“Maybe.”
“I’d be careful. To not be stupid.”
“It couldn’t sit around. You’d have to destroy it, right after you built it. You’d have to make it in the dark, when everyone is sleeping, so no one will see you.”
“Halfway happy, right?”
“You’re getting it, now.”
And for a while, it’s a little lighter.
[Hopefully the book reference isn't too vague. It's Ezra Jack Keats' The Snowy Day.]
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