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

[mardypants]

Chess, Florence & Svetlana or Florence/Svetlana, like a stranger in Moscow

[primeideal]

Svetlana sees the other woman speedwalking the other way, unused to the weather, and doesn't stop. It takes her a few minutes even to formulate the hypothesis in her mind.

And she rejects it out of hand because, after everything that's happened, one more surprise is too much to fit in.

[hostilecrayon]

Assassin's Creed, Desmond Miles, the other choice

In an Endless Circle

[sunnymcgee.livejournal.com]

Desmond spends half an hour discussing his rapidly increasing loss of reality with someone who, it turns out isn’t even there, before Rebecca finds him and asks the question that now fills his nightmares: “Are you ready?”

This was not a path he chose (kidnapped on his way home from work, giving them plenty of time before the possibility of him being missed) or the life he wanted (ancestors, strangers, living under his skin and behind his eyes, pinning him beneath their consciousness, as if he was unworthy of a life of his own) but, damn it if he was going to go quietly into the night.

Somehow he manages to scrounge up enough strength, enough will, to keep going; after all, the only other choice is to let the world end.

[hostilecrayon]

Assassin's Creed, Shaun Hastings, helpless

[(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.

[saoirse7.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Will + Bootstrap Bill, you didn't tell me

[pristineungift]

"You could have warned me about the medallion," Will hissed through clenched teeth. "A simple letter, so I'd know to keep it locked away."

Bootstrap Bill regarded him with sorrowful eyes, "Would you have believed me?"

[communi_kate]

Assassin's Creed, Malik, mapmakers don't travel.

[degrees]

The quill scratches over the blank paper, copying thick and thin lines gleaned from his collection of maps, highlighting valleys and peaks of lands both distant and near. With a steady hand, he fills in the details a traveler would need to find his way, the black of the ink glistening in the lamplight. He has piles and piles of maps made the same way, maps of places that he'll never go except in his mind, of places that for him exist only in black and white.

[vialethe]

Avengers, Bruce/Natasha, I wonder if I'm allowed just ever to be

[lettered]

"Show me who you really are," Bruce said, perhaps because he had once shown her.

"Okay," she said.

It was the only way to show him she was a liar.

[starbrow]

The Blue Sword, Harry/Corlath, baga

[ailavyn_siniyash]

Oh, I love Robin McKinely's novels (I put up a prompt for her Pegasus eariler), but I feel like a terrible person right now. What's baga mean again?

Three Sentence Fic prompt

[grey_wonderer]

Fandom: Spirited
Characters: Henry and Verity
Sentence, word: Verity singing with headphones on

Re: Three Sentence Fic prompt

[lbilover]

Verity's face is scrunched up and her head tilts this way and that, a sight that should be comical, seeing as she's wearing headphones and no music can be heard. But instead Henry is oddly touched, maybe because, although he can't usually see Suzy in her, right now he does, the Suzy he loves, who emerges when she lets down her hair and her guard and lives.

Or maybe it's because as she begins to mouth the words, he realizes Verity is listening to 'The Nerve'.

[grey_wonderer]

Fandom: Sherlock
Characters: John, Sherlock
Sentence, word: I knew that!

[grey_wonderer]

Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Jack
Sentence or word: missing you still

[moon_blitz]

I'm missing you still, Ianto. The nights are longer without you by my side. Now I can only see you in my dreams, and damnit, that's not enough.

[andi-horton.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Belle[/Rumpel] & Hook, cheat to win

[andi-horton.livejournal.com]

Enid Blyton Adventure Series, Philip & Dinah, I despise you in the very best way

[ailavyn_siniyash]

Abhorsen trilogy, Mogget and the Dog, old friends, old enemies, new faces

[(Anonymous)]

Mogget snorted as he circled the Dog, Ranna's chime tinkling as he walked. The Disreputable Dog laughed at the atics of the cat - Yrowl really should not have let himself be bound in that cat form as a servant to the Abhorsens really- but it had come in handy when Orranis as bound for the second time. The Dog couldn't complain though, as he had helped despite the emenity between him and the seven.

[(Anonymous)]

Cast Away, Wilson, reunited

[vialethe]

Firefly, Mal/River, maybe you and me could be just fine/if we always had a boundary line/if we never had to be defined

[lettered]

Sometimes that girl just got it into her head that they were pieces that didn't go together, like you could really define people the way you did words, the way she had his name.

"Hey, you know what they say," Mal tells her, "only a stagnant pond stays foul."

She looks at him like he's bumfuck crazy, tells him, "River doesn't mean anything in Latin, stupid."

*

hahaha you give good prompts!

[starbrow]

Warm Bodies, R/Julie, music gives his heart a voice

[degrees]

Assassin's Creed, Templar/Assassin, Romeo and Juliet

[tanyart]

“I’m sure this is in bad taste,” she says, her smile flashing from the shadows of her hood.

It’s a sunny day in Rome – he thinks the hood is ridiculous in this weather, but he makes room for her on the bench, forgetting for a moment the cold press of the cross against his chest, and thumbs through his script.

“Good thing we really aren’t in fair Verona, then,” he quips smartly, and she laughs and takes her seat, resting her head against his shoulder as he begins to read.

[degrees]

Psych, Shawn+Lassiter, finding a common ground

[saoirse7.livejournal.com]

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"Lassie, you're just the person I wanted to see: I have something for you!"

The delicious smell of steak wafts over to the detective, and he smiles a genuine smile.

[degrees]

CROSSOVER: The Booth at the End/any, The Man+any, Let's make a deal

Assassin's Creed, William Miles, Spoilers

[hostilecrayon]

"You don't seem to understand, this isn't a negotiation. This is the only deal you'll get - either you die, or your son stays dead."

The Man watches as William presses his lips into a thin line, but he already knows what his answer will be even before he finally says, "No."

[communi_kate]

Les Mis, Eponine and Grantaire, that one AU where they both escape the barricade and go on the road together, using Eponine's street smarts and Grantaire's posh manners to embark upon a life of crime...

Small Revolutions

[intrikate88.livejournal.com]

This is a terrible barricade, Eponine had said; it will go up in flames after they shoot us all, she had said; what use is freedom if everyone who wants it is dead, she had told him, and moreover, what is dying for The Cause worth if the cause you're truly dying for is the love of a man who will never see you in front of him?

Grantaire looked in her eyes, and saw the freedom of anonymity in the crowds, instead of in the bottom of a wine bottle in a stuffy room listening to unseasoned revolutionaries.

They make their own liberty, equality, fraternity, now; he enters the parties of the rich through the front door while Eponine slips through the servants' door in the back, and he keeps track of the gambling winnings while she finds out from the maids and coachmen where the winners from the table are headed next, and in the night they bring about small revolutions of their own, one where a woman of the streets can terrify a man of the town, and where wealth is distributed to those who need it, rather than those who can afford to lose it.

[shallowness]

Sense and Sensibility (please feel free to take the 1995 movie as a springboard), Margaret Dashwood, I am not my sisters

[starbrow]

"Colonel, I am not Elinor, that I might speak sensibly and rationally about my feelings; I am not Margaret, that I might boldly take on this adventure with no cares as to where it may lead. I am Marianne: headstrong, foolish, prone to every whim and passion that may take me; will you not be unhappy with such a woman as your wife?"

Colonel Brandon may be excused for giving way to a fervent display of comforting affection as lovers are wont to do at such times (and in truth Marianne could not deny the great pleasure that seized her upon the demonstration of such fervency), and replied, "I can imagine no greater happiness than to call you my Marianne, and will gladly accept all that that entails."

[starbrow]

Beauty and the Beast, Belle/Beast, Greek mythology

Chasing Down an Anodyne

[vialethe]

She thinks at times of the tale of Eros and Psyche, the bride who feared her beautiful lover was a monster, and shone forbidden light on him to prove to herself it was not so.

Belle knows her love is a monster, by day or night, in light or darkness; he is constant, not changing with the sun or the waning of the moon or any other such tricks.

Still, she cannot help but wonder what she might find if she could shine a light on him and reveal what she believes – what she knows – must truly be under his skin, the beautiful man lost inside her monster.

[vialethe]

Firefly, Mal/River, it's not regret/just an unexpected accounting of debts

[vialethe]

Narnia, Pevensies, and as we move from dusk to dusk/what will survive of us is love/and even if it's not enough, it's something good

[rthstewart]

The cheers of the freed Narnians and the roar of the Lion wink out, like a candle snuffed in a draught, and they are standing once again on a sleepy country railway platform in itchy, ill-fitting uniforms.
"Are you alright?" Peter asks.
Susan tilts her chin, the banked fire of the Gentle Queen burns in her eyes, and she replies, "No, but I will be."

[vialethe]

Avengers, Natasha/Bruce, the night she falls asleep next to Bruce and wakes up next to the Hulk

[ilthit]

At first she just breathes, as if being still will keep her safe, matching every breath to the calm rise and fall of the massive green shoulders. Then training kicks in, and she slides off the mattress, finds her boots and a shirt on the floor among splinters of bed and sidles into the hallway before dialling HQ.

Shield knew what it signed up for, bringing Bruce here, and so did she.