Three Sentence Ficathon 2013
Dec. 1st, 2013 03:16 pm
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. Only one prompt per comment please.
When posting a prompt please format it this way:
fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
Lastly, please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!
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on 2013-12-01 09:14 pm (UTC)"I suspect he'd no idea," she confides in her family that night, "it is possible to count without using one's fingers."
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on 2013-12-02 03:42 am (UTC)Edmund sinks wearily onto the chaise in the luxurious suite Susan has been given in the Terebinthia royal palace, and sighs. "It's been three months already - how much longer are you going to be!?"
Susan shoots him a withering look over the rim of her teacup. "I don't know, Spymaster. How much longer will it take you to dig up something we can use for leverage?"
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on 2013-12-02 03:02 am (UTC)"No, I don't, but I know all the Narnian ones which matter more as we're some of them."
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on 2013-12-02 01:40 am (UTC)"Nothing's wrong with it!" Josh said, edging it closer to her before taking a sip of his own and making a face like he'd just been told the Republicans were coming up from the Hill. "Well, except for the fact that it might possibly be the same coffee you brought me yesterday."
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When Sherlock first sees John again, he realises with a sick lurch that nothing about their reunion will go according to plan. John is sitting at a table for two in a French restaurant he would never willingly frequent, dressed in his best suit, and fidgeting nervously: a movement which highlights the outline of a small square box in his pocket, the sort of box used for engagement rings.
Well, Sherlock thinks as he forces himself forward, there’s always something.
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on 2013-12-04 01:52 am (UTC)She's sucking on a quill and bites down hard when Harry says, "When we fought the troll and really became friends"; Ron isn't here so maybe that explains his sudden blush, because she knows he's not the sentimental type, and was probably expecting some kind of fistbump solidarity thing.
That doesn't explain her own sudden flush, though, and without lifting her eyes from the text, she says, a bit tart, "And to think, some people just lend each other books," just to hear his laugh.
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on 2013-12-29 09:34 pm (UTC)The day of Dumbledore's funeral, when he held her and kissed her, was the happiest and saddest day of her life.
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on 2013-12-05 05:04 pm (UTC)Out of habit, they looked around, expecting to see people staring at them and preparing themselves for the barrage of insults they were all too used to hearing when two gay men were openly affectionate with each other, but to their amazement, no one on the street paid them the slightest attention.
They might have traveled only a little over five hundred miles from Lima, but standing on this bustling New York City street, Blaine and Kurt felt as if they'd arrived on another planet.
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on 2013-12-05 05:23 am (UTC)He'd won some, lost others.
But as he gingerly guided the terrified Kitten down the tree into the waiting paws of her mother, he knew that there was more than one way to be a hero.
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on 2013-12-04 04:05 am (UTC)"Of course we will," she says, twining her fingers in Branson's.
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on 2013-12-05 02:56 am (UTC)To heartsick Andromache, it seems they've only just extinguished Paris's funeral pyres (so soon after Hektor's) when Priam decrees a grand celebration for Helen and Deiphobus's marriage, the better to raise morale for a city realizing it's on the verge of disaster. Andromache's contribution is limited to holding Astaynx close and disinterestedly supervising what servants they can spare from the battlefield; she is ashamed of not doing more, but too weary to feel anything but regret.
But the night before the wedding, Helen comes to her, takes her hand, says simply: "for comfort"; and this much, at least, Andromache can allow them both.
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on 2013-12-01 11:28 pm (UTC)They sat in the back of the pub, nursing identical drinks and uncaring if their normally pressed and proper clothes appeared slightly out of sorts. It wasn't the type of place Marnie frequently visited but it suited her gloomy mood perfectly and unlike El Paradis, she was certain Hector would not come looking for either his wife or his boss (and sometime fling) here.
"So," Bel's voice drew Marnie from her thoughts and the other woman sounded just as tired as she was, "what did Hector do this time?"
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