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

[pleonasm]

Oh I am sorry this is so cheesy.

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The humans give birth in a biological way, an attempt to combine the best parts of themselves and send it out into the world to succeed or fail on its own merits, but robots cannot mimic this process.

So he finds pieces of metal here and there and she scrapes through boards and sockets and old electronic junk, searching for the right sparks, the right connections, the right pieces to build something completely new-- not another WALL-E, not another EVE, but something from his creativity and her brilliance.

They call it BABY, because that's what the humans call theirs, and WALL-E has always been better with the long sounds, anyway; he looks at the new robot with the same focused gaze he once reserved for EVE alone, and he is already planning with her, upgrades and attachments, and all of the tapes he wants to share with new memory banks; EVE giggles, and takes his hand, and watches fondly, as BABY opens its sensors to take in the world.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

This is perfect. I love how they work together. Sometimes cheesy is the best kind of story you can get. Thank you.

[pleonasm]

You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it!