The 2017 3-Sentence Ficathon Round-Up
There are still plenty of unfilled prompts if anyone wants to have a go at them.
Prompt from lizzie_marie_23: Narnia, Edmund, network
The rumours had spread as fast as the Birds and the Rats could literally carry them, through whispers heard beneath the trees or amongst the darkened corners of inns and ships: the Taarkans of Calavar shall meet the same fate as Rabadash if the Tarkheena Aravis is forced to return against he will.
Upon receiving a letter from King Lune, Edmund handed the missive to Lord Peridan and said, "Your suggestion was a success and Archenland sends its thanks for the avoidance of another international incident."
Peridan bowed and having read the letter, added, "The idea may have been mine, my liege, but the credit must surely go to all the Narnians who accomplished such a task for us."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from harmony-lover: Chronicles of Narnia, Pevensie siblings, joy
A large group of Narnians stood on the quay watching as the Splendour Hyaline inched closer towards the shore, its red and gold pennants fluttering gently against the warm summer breeze. The first trip to the Lone Islands for the High King and Queen Susan had taken considerably longer than expected and for their Majesties' younger siblings, it was fraught with worry since no Narnian ruler had visited the Crown territories in over a century. As Peter and Susan stepped off the gangplank, Edmund and Lucy broke away from their courtiers and with smiles and relief on their faces, embraced the weary travellers with love and laughter.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from harmony-lover: Chronicles of Narnia, Lucy Pevensie & Edmund Pevensie, daggers
(Inspired by the recent and delightful Twitter thread between Ben, Will, Georgie and Skandar that began here.)
"I don't see how this could be better than a sword," Eustace said as he stared doubtfully at the blade Edmund had just given him; to his inexperienced eye, the blade appeared to be of quality workmanship but he thought it far too similar to a common kitchen knife.
"If you'll allow me..." Caspian reached for the dagger and proceeded to demonstrate its advantage by swinging it around in wide arcs, carving invisible circles around his body as his feet slid about the sandy beaches of the island they just landed on.
Lucy held her hand out for the weapon once the King had finished and after giving her brother a quick wink, threw the blade toward a copse of beeches, noting with satisfaction that it struck deep into the tree that stood in the center before she said, "One could hardly do that with a sword."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Doctor Who, Any, Every eye trained on a different star
After their travels with the Doctor, Amy and Rory never looked at constellations in the sky the same way as they had done before. Though they were stuck living in the past, the sky never really changed from year to year and neither did their memories.
Amy could always remember seeing the stars up close and personal from the open doorway of the TARDIS while Rory saw them through the open fields of ancient Rome, the hazy, smoke-filled nights during the Blitz and high above the glittering skyscrapers of 1930s New York.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from emmatheslayer: Buffyverse, Drusilla /Angelus, heat
"Look, Angelus, see how the flames dance amongst the beautiful sun!" Drusilla clapped her hands delightfully at the conflagration before shutting her eyes to sway to the ghastly harmonies that floated around her - in between the sounds of falling brick and timber came the piercing screams of nuns and children as they fled from the burning convent.
Angelus dropped the lifeless body of a novice from his embrace and after wiping his mouth clean, stretched his arms toward the inferno as if it could give him the warmth his body hadn't felt in over a century.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from iawenbemerry: Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, returning home after all those years
She had become a nomad, a traveller that never settled down and always sought refuge from one city to the next, one world to another. Her life was never dull as all her years were filled with wartime memories of busy London and the English countryside, seafaring adventures to the Lone Islands and America, and heartache as she left Narnia, England, and her past behind after the horrific train crash that changed everything.
As Susan walked through the gates of the Garden and saw her siblings waiting for her-whole, happy and so much more alive that she had ever seen them-she knew her travels had finally reached their end.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Phryne Fisher, "A woman should dress first and foremost for her own pleasure."
"You can't wear that to the beach, Miss!" Shielding her eyes with one hand, Dot thought her employer looked positively scandalous as she watched Miss Fisher modeling what resembled a flimsy corset in front of the mirror.
"It's all the rage in Paris, according to Mme. Fleuri," Phryne said as she admired the slim-fitting bathing suit that hugged her body in all the right places, "and wouldn't you agree that it's the most perfect attire to wear on warm summer days?"
Originally posted here.
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Prompt from lizzie_marie_23: Narnia, Edmund, network
The rumours had spread as fast as the Birds and the Rats could literally carry them, through whispers heard beneath the trees or amongst the darkened corners of inns and ships: the Taarkans of Calavar shall meet the same fate as Rabadash if the Tarkheena Aravis is forced to return against he will.
Upon receiving a letter from King Lune, Edmund handed the missive to Lord Peridan and said, "Your suggestion was a success and Archenland sends its thanks for the avoidance of another international incident."
Peridan bowed and having read the letter, added, "The idea may have been mine, my liege, but the credit must surely go to all the Narnians who accomplished such a task for us."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from harmony-lover: Chronicles of Narnia, Pevensie siblings, joy
A large group of Narnians stood on the quay watching as the Splendour Hyaline inched closer towards the shore, its red and gold pennants fluttering gently against the warm summer breeze. The first trip to the Lone Islands for the High King and Queen Susan had taken considerably longer than expected and for their Majesties' younger siblings, it was fraught with worry since no Narnian ruler had visited the Crown territories in over a century. As Peter and Susan stepped off the gangplank, Edmund and Lucy broke away from their courtiers and with smiles and relief on their faces, embraced the weary travellers with love and laughter.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from harmony-lover: Chronicles of Narnia, Lucy Pevensie & Edmund Pevensie, daggers
(Inspired by the recent and delightful Twitter thread between Ben, Will, Georgie and Skandar that began here.)
"I don't see how this could be better than a sword," Eustace said as he stared doubtfully at the blade Edmund had just given him; to his inexperienced eye, the blade appeared to be of quality workmanship but he thought it far too similar to a common kitchen knife.
"If you'll allow me..." Caspian reached for the dagger and proceeded to demonstrate its advantage by swinging it around in wide arcs, carving invisible circles around his body as his feet slid about the sandy beaches of the island they just landed on.
Lucy held her hand out for the weapon once the King had finished and after giving her brother a quick wink, threw the blade toward a copse of beeches, noting with satisfaction that it struck deep into the tree that stood in the center before she said, "One could hardly do that with a sword."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Doctor Who, Any, Every eye trained on a different star
After their travels with the Doctor, Amy and Rory never looked at constellations in the sky the same way as they had done before. Though they were stuck living in the past, the sky never really changed from year to year and neither did their memories.
Amy could always remember seeing the stars up close and personal from the open doorway of the TARDIS while Rory saw them through the open fields of ancient Rome, the hazy, smoke-filled nights during the Blitz and high above the glittering skyscrapers of 1930s New York.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from emmatheslayer: Buffyverse, Drusilla /Angelus, heat
"Look, Angelus, see how the flames dance amongst the beautiful sun!" Drusilla clapped her hands delightfully at the conflagration before shutting her eyes to sway to the ghastly harmonies that floated around her - in between the sounds of falling brick and timber came the piercing screams of nuns and children as they fled from the burning convent.
Angelus dropped the lifeless body of a novice from his embrace and after wiping his mouth clean, stretched his arms toward the inferno as if it could give him the warmth his body hadn't felt in over a century.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from iawenbemerry: Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, returning home after all those years
She had become a nomad, a traveller that never settled down and always sought refuge from one city to the next, one world to another. Her life was never dull as all her years were filled with wartime memories of busy London and the English countryside, seafaring adventures to the Lone Islands and America, and heartache as she left Narnia, England, and her past behind after the horrific train crash that changed everything.
As Susan walked through the gates of the Garden and saw her siblings waiting for her-whole, happy and so much more alive that she had ever seen them-she knew her travels had finally reached their end.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Phryne Fisher, "A woman should dress first and foremost for her own pleasure."
"You can't wear that to the beach, Miss!" Shielding her eyes with one hand, Dot thought her employer looked positively scandalous as she watched Miss Fisher modeling what resembled a flimsy corset in front of the mirror.
"It's all the rage in Paris, according to Mme. Fleuri," Phryne said as she admired the slim-fitting bathing suit that hugged her body in all the right places, "and wouldn't you agree that it's the most perfect attire to wear on warm summer days?"
Originally posted here.
This entry was originally posted at https://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/43406.html. Please comment there.