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

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Pevensies, synesthesia

[weisquared.livejournal.com]

Two sets of three sentences.

When Lucy sees the color white, she hears the tinkling of Father Christmas’s bells, blue and she hears the song of mermaids, and gold, Aslan’s roar – even in England, Narnia is everywhere.

Betrayal leaves the taste of Turkish Delight on Edmund’s tongue, as does selfishness, spitefulness, and greed, and the sweetness on his tongue still makes him sick to his stomach.

In True Narnia, the fruits are sweeter, the distances deeper, hearts and limbs are stronger, so it shouldn’t surprise Peter that even hearing Aslan’s name makes him smell the warm scent in his nose and feel soft fur under his hands.

(Mostly because I always picture Adult Susan as a professor in my head.)

Susan looks at some of her students – the ones who she knows will switch to a lower level come add/drop date because they’re afraid, the ones here to impress a certain boy or girl, the ones who just want to have the highest numbers on their transcripts – and wants to tell them about the literal beauty of mathematics, that the Fourier transform was not only useful and elegant and brilliant, but also pretty with the way the enthusiastic green e holds a rainbow pendent trailing after it, and the saucy red f is even bolder with his hat, and this was what opened the eyes of a girl obsessed with nylons and lipsticks to the idea that there might be more to the world, but she can’t. She ought to be used to it by now, but sometimes, Susan is tired of seeing things that no one else sees, knowing things no one else knows, and she still needs to get tenure before she can tell anyone that equations are communities of bright personalities and colors living together. Once upon a time, her siblings might have understood, but they’re gone, and Susan’s alone, and maybe she really is crazy for giving personalities scribbles on a page.