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]

It is too hot in Calormen, that is what Edmund decides when he arrives in he sandy, dusty, crowded city of Tashbaan, riding up to the Tisroc's palace as a crier runs before him, warning people to make way fo the barbarian king, crowding the people together more, raising the heat, and the dust.

He thinks it is like what the Sahara would be like, except soon it becomes that the Sahara would be like Calormen, and not that Calormen is like the Sahara, whatever that very well may be.

It is a land of sand, of heat, and of water, but only of the kind that runs from your eyes and makes dry faces sting.