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

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

You are baiting me, aren't you!

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Edmund never went anywhere without being armed (no one would ever make him feel powerless again.) He had boots made especially so he could have more than one knife hidden away in the leather (they expect one, but never two) he had razor blades sewn into the wrists of his shirts, (Susan had been baffled beyond belief when he had asked her to do it for him, since he was less than useless with a needle,) and he had stilettos hidden up his sleeves. Edmund was no fool and he knew that some of his weapons would be found, which was why he always carried more than one.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

maybe? um. *shifty* :P

kniiiives! Edmund! it's like an OTP - this is fabulous, thank you darling.