Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

[caramelsilver]

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!

Have fun!

If you have any questions ask them to the first comment.

Edit December 10th: Thanks to the brilliant grim_lupine we now have a delicious account. So head on over there to find some unfilled prompts: three_sentence_ficathon's delicious bookmarks.

A small note from grim_lupine who's organizing the delicious archive: "So I'm not familiar with all the fandoms here; sometimes when people post a ficlet they abbreviate a fandom and sometimes they don't (like BSG versus Battlestar Galactica, but I know that one) so I might have it listed twice in the delicious tags. If someone notices something messed up they can comment below." -- So do that, and when requesting something new, please use the fandom's whole name.

Comments

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, orange

[vampyreranger.livejournal.com]

Orange is the color of the sun, of soda, and joy and Carnivale. Orange is the color of hunting gear and cheap motel bedsheets. Orange is just like them, multifaceted and ultimately flawed.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, yellow

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, green

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, blue

[th0rns-n-r0ses.livejournal.com]

Sam rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and pulled on his clothes, intent on finding somewhere to get some coffee before he had to get back to his research. He opened the door, stepped outside and stopped; for some reason, the sky caught his attention, shining that perfect shade of blue you only saw in movies, complete with fluffy white clouds and singing birds.

The fact that, after all the crap he and Dean had been through, after everything he personally had screwed up, the sky could still look so...pretty, gave him the teeniest, tiniest bit of hope that maybe they could still come out on top.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, violet

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, pink

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

One day, when she’s out on her own and getting to the bottom of things, Mary wears the pink dress that swishes around her legs; turns her hair a brighter gold; and kicks some crimson into her cheeks.

She feels almost guilty –she’s learned too fast that she’ll never be a girl like all girls— but damn if it isn’t the best way to get around the stammering record-keeper at the town library: she coaxes out her info so easily that she wonders if she really should have roughed it out of that poor librarian on the last hunting trip.

(On that precise day, John Winchester drops a wrench on her foot, turns the color of her dress, and then gets himself together and asks if he can treat her to a soda.)

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, brown

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, black

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, white

[th0rns-n-r0ses.livejournal.com]

"Hey, how about this one?" Sam asked, holding up a suit for their latest job.

"White's not really your color," Dean answered.

He'd seen Sam in a white suit - it wasn't something he ever wanted to see again.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, gray

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, copper

Blood

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

What the hell was that- Adam coughs out the copper taste rising from the back of his throat, coming to grips with gravity.

You don’t wanna know, Dean says tersely, unnerved at the sight of the younger man’s blood; he hauls Adam to his feet as Sam slaps the crimson-slick knife into a pair of trembling hands.

Oh yeah I do, Adam says quietly as they head back towards the Impala; he catches a wink from Sam and though the blackness outside still breathes down his back, Adam swings the door open to let his brothers in first.

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, silver

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, gold

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, some kind of immortal creature, It hurts to leave them behind

Supernatural, It hurts to leave them behind

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Dean's children are human and so are Sam's: they are born and grow and live and die like any other human, like every other human, like everyone Sam and Dean tried to, would still, die to save. But Dean and Sam stand guard at the gates of Eden, protecting Earth against Heaven and Hell with the power that was once Michael's and Lucifer's, and death is no longer permitted to them. A thousand years in their sight is as yesterday, a hundred years an eyeblink, and they have each other and that will always be enough, but—it never grows easier to watch flames flicker around their own blood and bone.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, author's choice, Are you running away from something or to something?

not-what-you-wanted-at-all cracky fill! D:

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Kirk turned his head as Sulu sprinted towards him and past, yelling, "CAPTAIN, EMERGENCY."

"Sulu, where are you running?" shouted Kirk, alarmed, rising from his crouch, handing the tricorder back to Spock, and chasing after him, Spock close on his heels.

"It's not where I'm running to," replied Sulu over his shoulder, tearing through underbrush and up a rocky incline as a massive roar emanated from the trees behind them, "it's what I'm running from."

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Astrid Peth, falling with style

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Fiddler on the Roof, Tevye, If I were a rich man

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, New Orleans

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam(/Jess), art history

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

He's only in the class for the arts credit, and on the first day makes a smartass comment about Edward Hopper that he can't back up, and is humiliated back into silence by the professor's drawn-out opinions on color palettes.

After class, the girl next to him asks, "So, why is it that you hate lonely diners and dimly lit hotel rooms so much?"

Sam lies, then introduces himself, and she introduces herself ("Jessica, but call me Jess"), and Sam wonders if he can get her number before the day is through.

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, "You really need to get out more."

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

"Nonsense," the captain replies, "My duty is first to my crew, and I can't just leave them."

"But Jim, you can hardly make lucid decisions if you're suffering from sleep deprivation - and don't try to deny it, I've read your files."

By now he knows better than to argue with his CMO so he smiles as he answers, "Alright, I'll cave - do you want to go on a date with me?"

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Winona, taking on his mantle

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Donna/Jack, wandering hands.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Fiddler on the Roof, Tzeitel/Motel, growing up together

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Aladdin, Genie, he forgets what freedom even means but he still wants it

[pleonasm]

Freedom is a legend, a whisper between magical beings like him when they meet-- it's barely an idea, barely allowed to cross Genie's mind, because he has had so many years dealing with disappointment.

He never allows himself to hope, because it is unprofessional; still, there's something in Aladdin's eyes that allows him to wonder, just a little, and he will let that be enough, he says to himself, because you can't expect humanity to change, not after all these years.

And then he is freed and the word itself is honey on his lips-- there is so much he can do, so many places to see, so much to experience-- but only one thing he wants to do, and he can do it, and that is more freedom than he's ever considered.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter, we are what we make of ourselves and nothing more

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

They say that he is a product of Aslan's will and Narnia's need, that without them both he would be nothing, and maybe that's true. Maybe he is nothing more than a sword of someone else's forging. But the thing is that Peter remembers that Aslan hadn't been there on the day he went into battle, on any day he went into battle, and he hadn't been there when Peter sat enthroned in Cair Paravel, and it seems like a fool's wish to say that a human is only someone else's pawn.