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

[thene]

Any fandom & characters; exile.

Narnia VotDT; Edmund Pevensie

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

He will not weep or wail or beg, although it hurts that he will not have even one last glimpse of Narnia before he leaves forever. Peter and Susan had that, at least, and Edmund never thought he'd have otherwise. Still, he squares his shoulders and waits for Aslan to open a door in the sky, ignoring the tears that prick at the corners of his eyes.

Re: Narnia VotDT; Edmund Pevensie

[thene]

;_; This is beautiful. Thanks so much.

wicked, elphaba, exile.

[trascendenza]

She rests her hands on the minutely cragged stone of the windowsill, looking out at the neverending mountains as far as she can see, the landscape devoid of meaning and her mind blank. When she breathes in, her throat feels rusty from disuse, and the dry air crackles at her memory. The rush of the city made of emerald and what she once thought she could be are now long gone.

Re: wicked, elphaba, exile.

[thene]

Damn, that's a lot of description and texture for a three-sentence fic. Wonderful work.

Re: wicked, elphaba, exile.

[trascendenza]

thanks so much!

Supernatural, Sam & Dean, exile

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

It's almost a kind of exile--exile from the fortress of his brother's implicit trust, strong at Sam's back in a way he doesn't notice until it's missing.

They speak in bitten-off half-finished phrases, eyes catching for an awkward moment before Dean jerks his head away and says gruffly, let's go; it's all gruff with Dean these days, and Sam's an outcast, exiled, left standing hungry in the storm with his face pressed against the window, yearning to come inside where it's familiar and warm.

The day his brother knocks their shoulders together and says let's go, princess, unless you need another hour in front of the mirror is the day Sam returns home.

Re: Supernatural, Sam & Dean, exile

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

This is PERFECT.

Re: Supernatural, Sam & Dean, exile

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

:D Thank you so much!

Re: Supernatural, Sam & Dean, exile

[thene]

I don't know this fandom but that was a great bit of prose. <3

Re: Supernatural, Sam & Dean, exile

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! I'm glad you liked it even without knowing the fandom. :)

Supernatural, Dean, exile

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

When Dean thinks of home, it's always a T-ball bat and a fistful of salt in the pasta water, engine grease and the reassurance that angels are watching over him; the spaghetti never tastes right unsalted (and being ghost-repellent is always a good thing so it can't hurt to oversalt a little, and to hell with his sodium intake, thirty's not old enough to die of a heart attack and older than he'll ever be) and the car always has something needing tinkering, but there's never time for ball games if Sammy can't play too (Sammy's always too little, or Dean too big), and if there really were angels watching, why would they let Mommy die, why would they take away Dean's home?

When Dean thinks of home, it's always drowning and scorching heat, blood and thirst and screams; he won't go back—won't—welcomes his exile though he knows he'll never deserve it, saves everyone he can in hopes of making amends for what he did, what he is (he'll even register to vote, under his own name so there can't be an accusation of voter fraud; his natural inclination would be Republican because gun restrictions are a pain in the ass, but once he was caught by a rusalka and nearly drowned, knew he'd die or Dad would save him and either way it would end, and once he spent a month drowning, knew it'd end only when Alastair got bored of whoever he was substituting for Dean, and come November he'll vote Democrat because waterboarding is just drowning without being permitted to die)—overreacts when he finds out about Sam's new powers because he's afraid he'll see yellow in Sam's eyes or Sam will see black in his own and one of them will have no choice but to send the other straight back home.

When Dean thinks of home, it's always open skies and the open road, short-sheeting and joy buzzers, I hunt, therefore I am and they've got to catch me if they want me to hang and Sammy in shotgun trying to con Dean into changing stations (and okay, the chick who sings don't want to end up like pirate bones, what I thought was precious just a pile of stones is cool, but he won't say that out loud until he's heard Sam admit that "Enter Sandman" is on Sam's iPod for a reason); a casual observer can't tell the difference because Sam is an actor par excellence and Dean is a bullshit artist extraordinaire and sometimes their acting is Emmy-worthy (it must be because sometimes they forget they're acting, they forget Sam trusted a demon and Dean became one, Dean was the beginning of the end and Sam the end of the beginning), but this is about as close to being how it's supposed to be as the lightning bug is to being the lightning, and more than anything, Dean wants to go home.

[thene]

Daymn. This is beautiful - I love stream-of-consciousness stuff, and there's so much content in this one that it actually makes me care in spite of not knowing the fandom.

And congrats, you just wrote nearly 500 words for a three-sentence fic. :) If there's a longer one on the entire post I haven't seen it.

*hi5*

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

*blush*

And yeah, I'm awesome like that. *grin*

Re: Supernatural, Dean, exile

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed!