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

Re: Can't get away I won't let you (nearly...)

[mardypants]

They say sirens of the land can never be content in their own skins, so they wear the skins of others on top of their own. It must not seem silly to them, or shameful.

They say the sirens each have names of their own like merfolk do, names that only the oldest like Granddad know well enough to tell one from another. Maybe they're magic names, or maybe they haven't been used in so long the sirens can't help but come when they're called, just to see who still remembers that far back.

They say the first ones the sirens lied to were themselves, and that's why you should never believe a word they say even when it may be true. Especially not then.

Re: Can't get away I won't let you (finished!)

[mardypants]

Mom fusses and Granddad frets, but nothing goes back to normal afterwards, not really.

Every now and then Mussels goes around with his fists clenched looking like he wants to punch a shark, and those are the same days when Fin drifts all over the place with a dreamy, hungry smile on his face, bumping into things and making people nervous, and Fluke wanders off into the blue-black deep for hours where nobody can find him, down where the sunlight barely reaches and the pressure inside his ears, he says, makes it hard to concentrate on anything else.

And sometimes from very far away the boy knows can hear the sound of gulls, though he doesn't think any of them are singing for him. Not just yet.

WHAT A GOOD

[metonomia]

Father told her to wait, hidden, and so Miranda does, even if it's up on the bluff and not in their cave. So she sees the pieces of ship wash up, and she sees the various older men set out in groups across the island. But she also sees the young woman, just her age, who takes stock of her surroundings and her loneliness, who rips up an undershirt to bind her breasts, who cuts her hair jagged and short; Miranda watches the young man squint into the salt-sprayed sun and begin to hike into the hills, and she moves to follow.

[(Anonymous)]

Doctor Who, Doctor & Percy Weasley, time travel, family

Re: So you did! But *sob* anyway....

[vialethe]

POOR BABIES, I know!! It really was a total 'rocks fall, everyone dies' for them there at the end. I felt so bad writing Richard so sweet and with such hope (or at least putting on a good face for Anne) knowing what was to come for them...sigh.

[vialethe]

...you're repaying me for that awful Richard/Anne fill again, aren't you? *sobs*

I love that he keeps reassuring himself it's all hypothetical, really. And while his decision is practical and reasonable, I still kind of hate him for being a coward. At least I can imagine they had a lovely meal together?

(Love that you're still indulging in this ship with me, btw! :D )

[arduinna]

Oh, perfectly Briar! That's lovely.

Re: We Are Safe When We're Together

[shallowness]

This is fabulous.

[arduinna]

The people think he's a prince, born to rule, and look to him to lead them. It should terrify him, that much trust and dependence, and he so woefully unprepared to fulfill it, but it doesn't: he gives Snow's orders and backs her every move, his trust in her even greater than the people's in him, and better placed.

This is his true destiny: to stand at the right hand of the woman he loves, to be the arrow she shoots from her bow to do her will, his sword a well-honed tip to strike her mark.

[arduinna]

That's adorable, and incredibly Walter. <3

[communi_kate]

Malik <3
much more Malik-fic under xahra99 on AO3

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you!

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

Surprises

[dm-lunsford.livejournal.com]

Introvert that he was, Darcy was not the least surprised that within the space of a couple of heartbeats his thoughts simultaneously raced down different paths. How this close, he could catch a hint of fragrance, not quite floral, not quite spice, but decidedly Lizzie Bennet and entirely intoxicating - the way her eyes had never been more captivating than when she was gazing at him the way she was now - the feel of her fingertips, still brushing against his neck just above the collar of his shirt, was enough to drive him to distraction...

Neither was he surprised that one thought in particular continually clamored for his attention. That kiss, though it had caught him off guard, was more wonderful than anything he had dared to imagine and he wanted - needed - to taste her lips again. As soon as possible.

What did surprise him was that the reply he managed to formulate in a heartfelt whisper somehow also managed to sound so... provocative. Apparently Lizzie Bennet was continuing to inspire new and interesting avenues of communication with him.

He suspected, in some intuitive way, that Lizzie might have been surprised by this as well. But considering the way she was kissing him back at the moment, this was certainly not a bad thing.

Re: Surprises

[rthstewart]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! This is wonderfully romantic and erotic and sensual and just perfect and I'm so happy you decided to come over and play!!!!

Re: Surprises

[starbrow]

This was gorgeous, and everything that Ruth said. You captured introverted Darcy's romanticism and spell-bound quality so deliciously. My shippy heart breathed a sigh of happiness!

Re: Surprises

[dm-lunsford.livejournal.com]

Thanks much. I'm all for opportunities for sighs of happiness in shippy hearts. :)

[(Anonymous)]

He's never been an optimist, never the sort of man people turn to when they're hurt or upset; he's far too acerbic for that, even if he wanted the position. Rebecca is the one who's supposed to pull everyone up and laugh in the face of impending disaster in that disarming way she has that makes everyone, friend and enemy alike underestimate her.
But Rebecca's taken to communing silently with her computers, her usually cheerful face drawn and weary under the weight of everything the past months have dropped on them, and when Desmond takes his rare breaks from the Animus and goes from one to another of them, seeking comfort or hope or some bloody thing to make this all right, there's just nothing Shaun can say to him that will make that difference.

[psyche29]

*If I'm not supposed to post this here, my apologies in advance!*

THIS IS WONDERFUL!! Thank you for the fill!!

[psyche29]

YESSSSS. This is one of the many things in my head, this is perfect.

[saoirse7.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! This prompt also gave me an idea for a one-shot, so thank you! :-)

[tanyart]

There’s usually no need to label the food in their fridge. Nanako’s always got her meals tucked neatly away in plastic containers and Souji’s the only person in the house who makes bento boxes, so it’s pretty clear which odd leftover pieces are Dojima’s – a slice of ham on a plate, for instance.

There’s no need to label anything, really, but in the quiet early mornings before work, Dojima still finds the time to scrawl a hasty “for souji” on the take-out cup of iced coffee – always with cream and sugar – before running out the door.

[degrees]

sdjafoiwre so cute ahhhh! Thank you!!!

home from a terrible dream

[edenfalling]

They fall out of Time, a single moment of despairing fury stretched thin and taut across all eternity, for there is no longer any possibility of change, or regathering, or fruition: nothing but an endless, clawing void, the true vacuum never found in the natural world. The White Rider hears her brother scream, and scream, and scream, one breath caught forever in disharmony with her own, and she cannot grow accustomed to the sound, or tired of it, or even aware of how long they have been screaming.

John, you fool, I would have made you king, she thinks, and thinks, and thinks again, one final point of consciousness crystallized in pain and horror's amber as she falls; she has made him immortal after all, and amidst her breathless, endless scream she almost draws breath to laugh.

paving stones

[edenfalling]

Calliope has no idea what will lead her brother into surrendering the code for his own juju, but despite her determination to keep interaction with her friends linear, she hasn't been able to resist peeking ahead, hoarding the tiny scraps she can see through the increasing static and interference, and what she sees tells her that her friends are all unhappy in their various ways: some more obviously than others, but all of them restless and aching for a clear path through the tangles of their epic journey.

Calliope understands that yearning down to her blood and bones, understands loneliness and the bitter, gnawing certainty that she will never find the right answer, the right moment, the right trick, to make her brother change his ways and see how much better they could be if they worked together -- and while she knows she can't fix herself, if the pixellated scraps of candy hair and brilliant clothes she's seen really do mean what she hopes they mean, she can fix her friends.

She can make them happy.

And in the end, isn't that what friendship's for?