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]

Chronicles of Narnia, girl!Edmund(/Peter), who is the child with no complaint?

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

There is an arrow in her thigh; Ed looks around her, trying to stagger to her feet, sword clenched in her hand as she looks for Peter (who will take care of her even if she doesn't want it, that is what he always does) but her mind keeps getting stuck on the fact that there is an arrow in her thigh.

"Ed," Peter gasps, dropping down to his knees beside her; she grits her teeth at the waves of pain crashing over her, but she will not cry out, she is stronger than that (like Peter, who stands so brave in her mind); and the only thing she moves are her fingers when Peter fumbles to grasp her hand.

"You'll be alright," Peter says softly, and already she can hear help on its way, and Peter's hand is warm and broad folded around her own; he says, "It's alright, Ed, I've got you," and she can't help the choked half-sob that escapes, but Peter is stroking her hair back from her forehead so maybe it is alright.

(Um. This kind of went away on its own direction. XD Hope it's something like what you wanted.)

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Great!! You know that's the brilliance of obscure prompts, you never know what it will spark in people! Those are the ones I like best anyway. What I'm trying to say is that I didn't know what I wanted when I posted this prompt! And this was brilliant! You can write anything with girl!Ed and I'll love it to death=) &hearts &hearts

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

:D Yeah, I didn't know what to write for this first, but then I got an image in my head of Ed trying to be all ~stoic, and then the rest took off from there.

I'm glad you liked it. :D