2018/2019 3-Sentence Ficathon
The 2018 3SF has rolled into 2019, so this is Round 3 or Round 1, depending on one's timey-wimey nature...
Prompt from
edenfalling: Narnia, Jill Pole, what if they did go to Bism instead of back to the surface?
It was Scrubb who had forgotten first as the scientist and adventurer in him delighted to be studying live jewels that tasted sweet and fire-bright and quenched all manners of thirst. For the longest time (or so she thought), Jill had been resentful that one misstep upon a pebble at the edge of the chasm had caused the two of them to fall down to Bism, away from Rilian and Puddleglum, Narnia and Aslan, and of going home.
As she bit into the sparkling sapphire Golg put into her hand, Jill looked past the stream of smoke from a salamander's breath to the orchard of living jewels and wondered why she was just thinking about those mythical places in the Overland she had recently dreamt of.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Fairy tale AU, Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, no one was better at hide and seek
To her, it was all just a game and one in which she was very good at. Grandmother had taught her well and like all her maternal ancestors, Red knew she was expected to follow in the long line of professional hunters in the family.
As the wolf rose up from the bed, Red used the brief moment where she was partially hidden by the thrown blanket to draw her knife from the basket and thrust the blade steady and true right through the beast's heart.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
ernest: any, any, a speck of dust in time and space
As the streams of fire and lava from Vesuvius consumed the remnants of the city, a slight breeze blew faint trails of smoke and ash towards the hill, causing Donna to sneeze.
The Doctor wordlessly passed her a handkerchief and when she raised it to her face, she saw it too was coated in a fine layer of Pompeiian dust.
"All that is left of our Pompeii is dust and ash," Caecilius said, nodding at the soiled linen in her hand but Donna shook her head knowing that the city would resurface over a millennium later due in part to the destruction she was witnessing that day.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Jack/Phryne, well-behaved women don’t carry lockpicks
"As I've told you over the phone earlier, it's impossible for me to let you in," the clerk said as he jiggered the knob of the locked room to no avail, "and you must simply return when the manager is here tomorrow. Terribly sorry that I can't help you today, Inspector Robinson."
To Phryne's ears, the man did not sound sorry at all and after exchanging a quick glance with Jack, she pulled out a small set of picks from her bag and turning to the smug clerk with a winning smile, said, "Since the Inspector here has a search warrant, I suppose it's my civic duty to help him out and get this door open, wouldn't you agree?"
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Any, any, dislike being underestimated
In all of the jobs he had taken on in his short life-street sweeper, mudlark, and thief-it was this last role that proved to be adventurous, profitable, and highly gratifying. Life on the streets of London meant one had to be tough, hard and bold, and when on a misty morning, the tall, dark-haired man stopped Wiggins from purloining the shiny gold watch hanging from an equally shiny chain, the boy looked the man straight in the eye and said, "Call the coppers if you dare, mister; I ain't afraid of ya."
And to the boy's surprise, the man smiled and said, "No, I dare say you're not and that's exactly why I'd like to offer you a job-a shilling per day-" he paused and slipped a bright silver coin into Wiggins' dirt-crusted hand, "to keep an eye on a few people for me if you're interested."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
d_generate_girl: Doctor Who, any Companion, the last time. (Twelve and Clara)
After a lifetime's worth of adventures-some by herself, some with Ashildr, and a few random ones with others that had also known the Doctor-she decided it was finally time to face Death. After all of her experiences across time and space, Clara was tired and truly felt her age though her appearance fooled all who met her; she didn't think she was as old as the Doctor himself but certainly more than the average human.
As her soul returned heavily and reluctantly to her real body, she looked up for the last time into the eyes of the Doctor and wished she could tell him everything was all right and that the Impossible Girl had already seen all the universe had to offer but all she could do was silently say to him, "Run, you clever boy and remember me".
Originally posted here.
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Prompt from
edenfalling: Narnia, Jill Pole, what if they did go to Bism instead of back to the surface?
It was Scrubb who had forgotten first as the scientist and adventurer in him delighted to be studying live jewels that tasted sweet and fire-bright and quenched all manners of thirst. For the longest time (or so she thought), Jill had been resentful that one misstep upon a pebble at the edge of the chasm had caused the two of them to fall down to Bism, away from Rilian and Puddleglum, Narnia and Aslan, and of going home.
As she bit into the sparkling sapphire Golg put into her hand, Jill looked past the stream of smoke from a salamander's breath to the orchard of living jewels and wondered why she was just thinking about those mythical places in the Overland she had recently dreamt of.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Fairy tale AU, Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf, no one was better at hide and seek
To her, it was all just a game and one in which she was very good at. Grandmother had taught her well and like all her maternal ancestors, Red knew she was expected to follow in the long line of professional hunters in the family.
As the wolf rose up from the bed, Red used the brief moment where she was partially hidden by the thrown blanket to draw her knife from the basket and thrust the blade steady and true right through the beast's heart.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
ernest: any, any, a speck of dust in time and space
As the streams of fire and lava from Vesuvius consumed the remnants of the city, a slight breeze blew faint trails of smoke and ash towards the hill, causing Donna to sneeze.
The Doctor wordlessly passed her a handkerchief and when she raised it to her face, she saw it too was coated in a fine layer of Pompeiian dust.
"All that is left of our Pompeii is dust and ash," Caecilius said, nodding at the soiled linen in her hand but Donna shook her head knowing that the city would resurface over a millennium later due in part to the destruction she was witnessing that day.
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
syrena_of_the_lake: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, Jack/Phryne, well-behaved women don’t carry lockpicks
"As I've told you over the phone earlier, it's impossible for me to let you in," the clerk said as he jiggered the knob of the locked room to no avail, "and you must simply return when the manager is here tomorrow. Terribly sorry that I can't help you today, Inspector Robinson."
To Phryne's ears, the man did not sound sorry at all and after exchanging a quick glance with Jack, she pulled out a small set of picks from her bag and turning to the smug clerk with a winning smile, said, "Since the Inspector here has a search warrant, I suppose it's my civic duty to help him out and get this door open, wouldn't you agree?"
Originally posted here.
Prompt from Anonymous: Any, any, dislike being underestimated
In all of the jobs he had taken on in his short life-street sweeper, mudlark, and thief-it was this last role that proved to be adventurous, profitable, and highly gratifying. Life on the streets of London meant one had to be tough, hard and bold, and when on a misty morning, the tall, dark-haired man stopped Wiggins from purloining the shiny gold watch hanging from an equally shiny chain, the boy looked the man straight in the eye and said, "Call the coppers if you dare, mister; I ain't afraid of ya."
And to the boy's surprise, the man smiled and said, "No, I dare say you're not and that's exactly why I'd like to offer you a job-a shilling per day-" he paused and slipped a bright silver coin into Wiggins' dirt-crusted hand, "to keep an eye on a few people for me if you're interested."
Originally posted here.
Prompt from
d_generate_girl: Doctor Who, any Companion, the last time. (Twelve and Clara)
After a lifetime's worth of adventures-some by herself, some with Ashildr, and a few random ones with others that had also known the Doctor-she decided it was finally time to face Death. After all of her experiences across time and space, Clara was tired and truly felt her age though her appearance fooled all who met her; she didn't think she was as old as the Doctor himself but certainly more than the average human.
As her soul returned heavily and reluctantly to her real body, she looked up for the last time into the eyes of the Doctor and wished she could tell him everything was all right and that the Impossible Girl had already seen all the universe had to offer but all she could do was silently say to him, "Run, you clever boy and remember me".
Originally posted here.
This entry was originally posted at https://autumnia.dreamwidth.org/45110.html. Please comment there.