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

[vialethe]

Narnia, Edmund or Susan, I do my best but I'm made of mistakes

[wingedflight]

Arrow, Felicity/Helena, cleaning up the city their way

[vialethe]

For some reason Jaime's the only male I can ship Sansa with - every other possibility either bores or squicks me.

I love the descriptions of Jaime (the ghost of his hand!), and how they aren't sure quite what he is. And of course Sansa would smile - it's only polite! - but I can't help feeling it might be a smile with an edge to it...

[metonomia]

This city is nothing, for all the horse-lords love it so, and she is nothing in it, not quite a slave, not quite a royal prisoner, not quite a maid, nothing like a friend. She helps the littler princesses with their sewing and watches Astyanax sometimes, and avoids Helen. She wouldn't be able to stand facing the woman who tried to do something to break free of this whole cycle.

[vialethe]

Game of Thrones, Sansa, they say you're really not somebody/until somebody else loves you/well I am waiting to make somebody somebody, soon

[metonomia]

Yeah I can totally see that - somehow I mostly wind up just not shipping Sansa at all. Sansa/freedom, maybe. Sansa/Winterfell. :D

[metonomia]

It's early in their marriage, and the city is yet foreign to her, her shining husband barely coalescing from tales of fame to something real. He enters their room to find her buried under the driving gear she was trying to clean for him, in tears of frustration and no small amount of fear, and lifts the heavy leather mess off Andromache with one hand, offering the other to help her up.

"The horses don't much care what it looks like, anyway," he says, and smiles.

Re: She made the Kessel Run in 12 Parsecs

[metonomia]

OMFG ALL OF THIS IS MADE OF SHINY SPARKLY FEELS OF GLORIOUSNESS

[metonomia]

My bb Clytemnestra this is so sad and strong and wonderful!

There's Something Believing

[vialethe]

He's still pretty sure it has something to do with little hats.

But as he stares at the television, watching silent, still pictures of a family he's known for half a dozen years now, and the two incredible tiny beings lying before him that he helped create, he can't help feeling an overwhelming tide of emotion for them, even though he's only known them a scant half dozen hours.

Andi said he's too sad, and maybe he is, but not right now – now he's loving, and protective, and so very filled with rage – not on behalf of the President, but on behalf of another father – that the pictures on tv and his babies blur in front of his eyes into one.

Re: I tried to keep the blatant spoilers out of it...

[metonomia]

Kate, what is this book, I feel like I need it if this is what goes along with it!

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE

[metonomia]

Neoptolemus expects them to clash and clearly revels in the keeping of two such noble women, their reputations made intriguing by the war rather than ruined. Hermione plays along well enough, acknowledging Andromache but frostily before the court, making a fuss of begging her husband to send the foreign bitch away. But later, in the women's quarters, unveiled and raw, she falls to her knees before the other woman and asks, "Did you know my mother in Troy?"

I Was Looking for a Breath of Life

[tiny_white_hats]

And I was made to love you, but some mornings I'll watch the birds take flight and think that maybe I hate you instead. You fashioned me from stone (but it's the goddess who breathed my life into you) and then you fashioned yourself as my maker, my lover, and my master, as if I was still nothing more than your greatest masterpiece, the one woman you could never hate, as if you still held the power to shape me and create me and to make me stand tall. But when Aphrodite gave me life, she gave me thought, and when I leave your bed in the mornings, I can't watch the birds without thinking that maybe, just maybe, freedom would make me feel real.

[metonomia]

From the convent she dispatches piles of letters, advice to Orkney, to Avalon, to all corners of Albion. She calls on old favors, promises prayers, deploys every secret and shame and pride she has gathered through the years, for she will not let her own failures and those of others continue their rampage. She signs them, simply, "Guinevere."

[(Anonymous)]

ZOMG a LBD prompt that isn't mine :P
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Growing up, Charlotte and Lizzie were almost always spoken about by other people in one breath: “Lizzie-Bennet-and-Charlotte-Lu” but they were not the types of best friends who agreed on everything, gossiped about boys and squealed in unison over the same celebrities (usually it was Lizzie who did the squealing, over fictional characters more than actual, living people, and Charlotte would pat her friend’s hand indulgently, or alternatively Lizzie tried not to yawn too obviously when Charlotte roped her into watching one of those art-house movies literally about nothing but green tea).

Neither one of them exclusively were sugar nor the other spice, and together they finished each other’s snarks, or alternatively snarked at each other.

In short, they were best friends (and they had and they had BFF two-halves-of-a-heart necklaces acting as bookmarks in middle-school yearbooks to prove it).

-ruan chun xian

[electrumqueen]

"Come back," Alex whispers, "come back, come back, come back."

There isn't even a scorch mark on the concrete. There aren't even Darwin's fingerprints, on Alex's wrist.

[electrumqueen]

omg, lovely <3

[hostilecrayon]

When it came time to go find that idiot Desmond, of course Shaun had to draw the short end of the stick, and of course said idiot would make him climb a bloody building to find him.

So he was truly surprised to find that it only took one look at Desmond's pained face to bleed all of the annoyance out of him and replace it with an ache he couldn't explain.

Instead of the angry tirade he'd prepared himself to give, he found himself sitting gingerly next to him, and if Desmond leaned his head on his shoulder, staring unseeing at the ground, well, Shaun couldn't find it in him to complain.

[wingedflight]

anthropomorphic, today/tomorrow, the inbetween

[bedlamsbard]

Aaaah, it's everything I ever wanted! (I don't know why I'm so hung up on Scipio and Hannibal teaming up to fight zombies, but YES.)

[bedlamsbard]

Narnia, Pevensies, in a coat of gold or a coat of red a lion still has claws

[degrees]

It wasn't as if Malik had intended on spying on Altair bathing himself-- he had intended on taking a bath himself when Altair had made no mention of doing so as he usually did on his return to the bureau. Yet here he stands, watching as Altair bends to splash water over his head; his eyes follow a droplet that drips from Altair's hair down the curve of his strong, tanned back, tracing over scars both fresh and long-healed on its way to the floor.

His mouth has gone dry, and as he tears his eyes from dangerous parts of the body to get caught staring at, he finds Altair's own eyes on him, his lips curled into a smirk; Malik can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he turns to storm off, knowing for certain Altair had planned the entire thing.

[bessemerprocess]

He's half a person, except for when he's not, because sometimes he's not the only person in his head. She can't fix that, not yet. It doesn't matter, because when River calls him brother John smiles with his whole brain and shoots at the people chasing them.

[bessemerprocess]

Aww, I love this! It is so Nate and Parker. Words? who needs those! Awesome, thank you!

[bessemerprocess]

Thanks!

Also, this is awesome.