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caramelsilver ([personal profile] caramelsilver) wrote2010-01-30 02:25 am

Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

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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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.

[identity profile] grim-lupine.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sixty years old, Susan wakes from a dream of color-bright summers and a lion's mane, dancing trees that whispered their secrets in her ears, and a crown that sat atop her head like she had been born to wear it. "There's no such place as--" she says to herself, and her voice breaks before she can say the name; then: "Oh, those wretched--why did they have to leave me behind?"

She clenches her hands into fists, nails biting into her palms, but something has--something has changed inside her: "No," she whispers, "I am too old; lying to myself is no longer attractive, merely foolish," and when she catches her own reflection in the mirror above her dresser, for a moment she sees herself young and unwrinkled, bow in hand, fierce and gentle (Queen Susan the Gentle) all at once; she says plaintively, "Oh, Aslan," and the air around her reverberates with a lion's roar (once a Queen of Narnia, dear heart).

[identity profile] lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you, thank you. But why did you need to make her wait that long? I hope she at least had a good life.

[identity profile] grim-lupine.livejournal.com 2009-12-23 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome! Ha, I debated how long I should make her wait; but in my eyes, Susan might actually have gotten the better end of the deal. Her siblings' lives were cut short in their prime--she has the chance to live her life fully in England, and then go to Narnia when she's ready. :D So yes, I think she's had a great life, and now she's going home.

I'm glad you liked this!