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

[samueljames]

Cruel Intentions, Annette, missing Sebastian.

Missing

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Annette can’t visit the retirement home, not without thinking about him and their one afternoon there, and this is why she makes herself stop by —it’s the same way she bears finding the loops of her name in his journal, or sitting resolutely in his car: she has to stop wearing Sebastian like second skin, has to lose and find him in the places where she’ll always keep him

Even then, she doesn’t know why she locks herself in for three hours with his, uh, old friend—the woman looks at Annette with dewy eyes and asks her if that lovely boy who likes playing backgammon will be back soon, and oh by the way, the both of you make such a picture-pretty pair; and Annette’s hands quiver on the china teapot, her vision glazing over as she lies, soon, Mrs. Sugarman, he’ll come back soon.

Such a gentleman, that boy—you know, don’t tell him this, but I knew all along that he was just letting me win all those games, the woman says beaming; Annette swipes at her eyes and chokes out a semblance of a laugh; she likes to think that somewhere out there, Sebastian is doing the same.

Re: Missing

[samueljames]

Oh this is so beautiful and brought a tear to my eye, I love the idea of the shared places they had from their short time together and how Mrs Sugarman knew he was letting her win. So sweet, thank you for writing this.

Re: Missing

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! I found the idea of a forgetful old lady one-upping Sebastian quite funny. And yeah, I know what you mean about their special places- she'll probably never see swimming pools or escalators the same way ever again. Ah, bittersweet.