2018 3-Sentence Ficathon, Round 1
Oh, how I've missed writing! I've been needing some sort of impetus to get back to it and honestly, there's nothing better than the Three Sentence Ficathon to get me inspired. Come join the fun, there are lots of prompts needing to be filled!
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Chronicles of Narnia, any, odd British idioms took root in Narnia
1.
Frank did his best to try to stifle the sigh that rose from his chest as he moved the bench back to its original spot in the courtyard garden for what must have been the tenth time.
"Don't you think you're making a mountain out of a molehill with this, Nellie?" he asked as his wife shook her head and directed him to move the bench to a different spot, this time under the slender branches of a willow tree.
In the far corner, as the Moles waited patiently for their Majesties to clear a space to start the new orchard, the Labour exchanged glances with one another two thoughts sprung to their minds: Why would anyone try to make mountains of our mole-hills? and Is it even possible?
2.
It had taken several years and quite a bit of effort from all the Moles that inhabited Narnia but the Labour finally achieved their goal. On a hot summer's day, the two eldest of all the Moles -the first two that Aslan brought forth into the world-proudly escorted King Frank and Queen Helen to the spot where a former clearing had now been covered over with piles of dirt, and rocks and grass taller than the group of friendly Giants that lived further west.
"We did it, your Majesties!" exclaimed Greypaw, beaming with pride and oblivious to the astonished looks on the faces of the King and Queen. "On behalf of the Labour, we are proud to present you with a mountain made of mole-hills!"
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Harry Potter; the Weasleys; why did they name their pet rat Scabbers instead of Squeakers?
1.
Molly was getting quite tired of hearing the arguments over what to name the newest member of the Weasley family.
"For Merlin's sake!" she cried out, turning away from the stove and pointing her wand at Percy and the twins as they continued arguing once again in the sitting room, "just choose one!"
In the end, Arthur solved the dilemma with an old Muggle ha'penny he found in the alley behind The Leaky Cauldron: heads for "Squeakers" and tail for "Scabbers".
2.
Percy sighed as he climbed the stairs to his room, the newly christened Scabbers perched on his shoulder swinging his tail to and fro. Before turning the corner on the landing, the rat turned its head and his gleaming eyes seem to bore their gaze at the two innocent looking boys that remained in the sitting room.
"It's like he knows," George muttered to his twin, waiting for Fred to distract their father before swapping the trick coin for the real ha'penny hidden in his pocket.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
shadowcat: Chronicles of Narnia/The Hobbit, Lucy Pevensie/Thorin Oakenshield, He would risk losing everything he had gained just to keep the stars in her eyes
Thorin thought this young Queen from Narnia was like Mithril, bright and burning like liquid gold when pulled from the fires of the mines but also sharp and hard when finely tempered as a knife's point. Lucy was young-far too young for him, and far too young to rule a country-but he had seen the wisdom and authority hidden inside her slender body as she successfully persuaded him to let her join his company to retake Erebor from that hateful dragon.
As he watched her dance with Bilbo and the Elves of Rivendell, the moon shone brightly on her, turning warm gold into pale silver and all he could think was that he would gladly trade the Arkenstone for her to stay at his side forever.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
ilthit: Stardust, Ferdy the Fence & Ditchwater Sal, barter
It was a mutual agreement made between them years ago over a round of drinks at a tavern in the market town-collect and compare. Ferdy would learn of the rumours whispered by the sky pirates and traders while Sal kept her ears pricked amongst the shopkeepers and buyers back on the ground.
"If you have any information about recently fallen Stars, Sal," he began as the Witch stepped into his office for a private chat, "then I'm ready to make an offer you can't refuse."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, “just wing it”
Jack knew better than to bring the Hon. Miss Fisher along on a stakeout but he didn't really have a choice this time; his suspect had been frequenting a shop where no policeman could possibly enter without being conspicuous.
"Are you sure you really want to go in there?" he asked from the driver's seat of her Hispano-Suiza, temporarily taking over Mr. Butler's position as chauffeur.
"It's only a lingerie shop, Jack," Phryne answered breezily as she stepped onto the pavement, a lumpy, velvet reticule swinging slightly from her delicate wrist as she leaned against the car door with a mischievous smile, "and I'm sure I can handle whatever situation your little thief throws my way, with or without my pistol."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
cornerofmadness: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Spike/Drusilla stars
She had wandered off again and it took Spike a bit of hunting-not of warm-blooded humans, unfortunately-before he tracked her to the roof of Sunnydale High. He watched briefly as she waltzed to some piece of music only she could hear, her gaze not at the scene before her but above, eyes following the constellations in the blue-black sky, before he slid his hand into hers and gently twirling her around, asked, "Fancy a bit of stargazing tonight, ducks?"
Drusilla hummed happily as she finally looked at him, a smile lighting up her face as she replied in her childlike voice, "They told me I've been a good Princess and I can make a wish on them, my darling."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
sholio: Any fandom, any, putting up Christmas lights (Doctor Who: Eleven and the Ponds)
After Amy went to fetch the lights and Rory the ornaments, the Doctor took out his Sonic Screwdriver and waved it towards the tree, scanning the Norway spruce from top to bottom; he was determined not to repeat his experience with lethal Christmas trees. He sighed in relief as the Sonic revealed nothing new; it was simply a typical tree.
"Remind me to scan everything next time, Ponds," he said, shaking his head at the mess that lay at his feet: a tree denuded of its needles, baubles cracked or smashed into silvery shards, and a string of Christmas lights with its bulbs broken but finally immobile after he expelled an alien similar to the Wire from the festive electric cables.
Originally posted here.
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Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Chronicles of Narnia, any, odd British idioms took root in Narnia
1.
Frank did his best to try to stifle the sigh that rose from his chest as he moved the bench back to its original spot in the courtyard garden for what must have been the tenth time.
"Don't you think you're making a mountain out of a molehill with this, Nellie?" he asked as his wife shook her head and directed him to move the bench to a different spot, this time under the slender branches of a willow tree.
In the far corner, as the Moles waited patiently for their Majesties to clear a space to start the new orchard, the Labour exchanged glances with one another two thoughts sprung to their minds: Why would anyone try to make mountains of our mole-hills? and Is it even possible?
2.
It had taken several years and quite a bit of effort from all the Moles that inhabited Narnia but the Labour finally achieved their goal. On a hot summer's day, the two eldest of all the Moles -the first two that Aslan brought forth into the world-proudly escorted King Frank and Queen Helen to the spot where a former clearing had now been covered over with piles of dirt, and rocks and grass taller than the group of friendly Giants that lived further west.
"We did it, your Majesties!" exclaimed Greypaw, beaming with pride and oblivious to the astonished looks on the faces of the King and Queen. "On behalf of the Labour, we are proud to present you with a mountain made of mole-hills!"
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Harry Potter; the Weasleys; why did they name their pet rat Scabbers instead of Squeakers?
1.
Molly was getting quite tired of hearing the arguments over what to name the newest member of the Weasley family.
"For Merlin's sake!" she cried out, turning away from the stove and pointing her wand at Percy and the twins as they continued arguing once again in the sitting room, "just choose one!"
In the end, Arthur solved the dilemma with an old Muggle ha'penny he found in the alley behind The Leaky Cauldron: heads for "Squeakers" and tail for "Scabbers".
2.
Percy sighed as he climbed the stairs to his room, the newly christened Scabbers perched on his shoulder swinging his tail to and fro. Before turning the corner on the landing, the rat turned its head and his gleaming eyes seem to bore their gaze at the two innocent looking boys that remained in the sitting room.
"It's like he knows," George muttered to his twin, waiting for Fred to distract their father before swapping the trick coin for the real ha'penny hidden in his pocket.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
shadowcat: Chronicles of Narnia/The Hobbit, Lucy Pevensie/Thorin Oakenshield, He would risk losing everything he had gained just to keep the stars in her eyes
Thorin thought this young Queen from Narnia was like Mithril, bright and burning like liquid gold when pulled from the fires of the mines but also sharp and hard when finely tempered as a knife's point. Lucy was young-far too young for him, and far too young to rule a country-but he had seen the wisdom and authority hidden inside her slender body as she successfully persuaded him to let her join his company to retake Erebor from that hateful dragon.
As he watched her dance with Bilbo and the Elves of Rivendell, the moon shone brightly on her, turning warm gold into pale silver and all he could think was that he would gladly trade the Arkenstone for her to stay at his side forever.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
ilthit: Stardust, Ferdy the Fence & Ditchwater Sal, barter
It was a mutual agreement made between them years ago over a round of drinks at a tavern in the market town-collect and compare. Ferdy would learn of the rumours whispered by the sky pirates and traders while Sal kept her ears pricked amongst the shopkeepers and buyers back on the ground.
"If you have any information about recently fallen Stars, Sal," he began as the Witch stepped into his office for a private chat, "then I'm ready to make an offer you can't refuse."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Phryne Fisher/Jack Robinson, “just wing it”
Jack knew better than to bring the Hon. Miss Fisher along on a stakeout but he didn't really have a choice this time; his suspect had been frequenting a shop where no policeman could possibly enter without being conspicuous.
"Are you sure you really want to go in there?" he asked from the driver's seat of her Hispano-Suiza, temporarily taking over Mr. Butler's position as chauffeur.
"It's only a lingerie shop, Jack," Phryne answered breezily as she stepped onto the pavement, a lumpy, velvet reticule swinging slightly from her delicate wrist as she leaned against the car door with a mischievous smile, "and I'm sure I can handle whatever situation your little thief throws my way, with or without my pistol."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
cornerofmadness: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Spike/Drusilla stars
She had wandered off again and it took Spike a bit of hunting-not of warm-blooded humans, unfortunately-before he tracked her to the roof of Sunnydale High. He watched briefly as she waltzed to some piece of music only she could hear, her gaze not at the scene before her but above, eyes following the constellations in the blue-black sky, before he slid his hand into hers and gently twirling her around, asked, "Fancy a bit of stargazing tonight, ducks?"
Drusilla hummed happily as she finally looked at him, a smile lighting up her face as she replied in her childlike voice, "They told me I've been a good Princess and I can make a wish on them, my darling."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
sholio: Any fandom, any, putting up Christmas lights (Doctor Who: Eleven and the Ponds)
After Amy went to fetch the lights and Rory the ornaments, the Doctor took out his Sonic Screwdriver and waved it towards the tree, scanning the Norway spruce from top to bottom; he was determined not to repeat his experience with lethal Christmas trees. He sighed in relief as the Sonic revealed nothing new; it was simply a typical tree.
"Remind me to scan everything next time, Ponds," he said, shaking his head at the mess that lay at his feet: a tree denuded of its needles, baubles cracked or smashed into silvery shards, and a string of Christmas lights with its bulbs broken but finally immobile after he expelled an alien similar to the Wire from the festive electric cables.
Originally posted here.
This entry was originally posted at https://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/44170.html. Please comment there.