[Fic] Three Sentence Ficathon fills -- various fandoms
Like I said in my previous post, caramelsilver's Three Sentence Ficathon is still open. Why not leave some new prompts and fill some others?
Anyway, here are the six fills I have written so far. I actually kept five of them within the structural limits! (This is very exciting for me, because I am terrible about structural limits.)
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1. silvr_dagger, Homestuck, Rose, sesquipedalian prose
persuasion (150 words)
The trick is in the rhythm, of course. Any imbecile with a thesaurus can string syllables together like misshapen pearls on a string, but that merely dulls the reader's mind, sends them drifting off to drown in the choppy oceans lurking under conscious thought, where the Baroness seeds her monsters and her nets; when they wake, they close the book, set it aside unfinished, and go about their days always a little less interested in aught beyond the tidal pulse of consumption and desire. But get the rhythm right and the ponderous sonority of her phrases, the tintinnabulation of every lithe and well-turned word, creates instead a limpid pool into which she may toss stones of truth that spread their ripples to the farthest reaches of the yearning soul, and wait, and gather, and return to wash away lies and make the mind a mirror filled with light.
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2. silvr_dagger, Star Trek 2009, Spock/Uhura/Gaila, the scientific method
Suspect Methodology (150 words)
"You know, I never believed the rumors about Vulcans, but if you do that thing with your fingers and my face again I think I might actually die of endorphin overload," Gaila said as she flopped backward onto Nyota's bed, her arms sprawling carelessly over Nyota's breasts and Spock's collarbone.
"It hasn't killed me yet, but interspecies differences in physiology and neurochemistry are often unpredictable, so if you'd like to test that hypothesis..." Nyota said, with that wicked little tease tucked away in the corners of her voice that poured over Gaila like sunlight and made her skin feel warm and tight with potential.
Gaila ran her hand down Nyota's belly and dug her fingers into the thatch of sweat-damp hair, then turned to Spock and met his eyebrow with a challenge in her teeth: "I think that's up to the ethics committee, but if the chair is willing, we can get started right away."
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3.
betony, arthurian mythology, nimue (& or / merlin), if i had a heart, i could love you
Unweaving (225 words)
Nimue has never met anyone else who sees the whole pattern of the world, the threads and currents that weave everything from the smallest speck of dust to the thoughts of men, and the knots and grains where a steady, patient hand can reach just so and nudge a leaf or a life onto a new path. The simple reassurance that she is not mad, that she has a gift and a path (for no one can see their own thread in the tapestry without aid, just as no one can see their own face except reversed and in a mirror), would have won her to Merlin's side... and then he was kind, and took the time to listen, and teach, and ask her aid in his own spells as he sought to bring Arthur's dreams to life.
But he was not content with asking.
And so when she reached just so to undo the knot he tied in her soul, to bind her eyes and heart from seeking Arthur's harm, her fingers trembled as she worked and she tore her heart entire. And for that, she will never forgive him, until he sees all his dreams decay and feels her pain returned, redoubled, to nestle in his bones and eat him hollow, as she is hollow now.
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4. lizzie_marie_23, Narnia/Harry Potter, Edmund and Ginny, walk softly and carry a big stick
By Its Cover (150 words)
"I think we've had a miscommunication about measurements," Edmund said to the girl who'd entered Narnia through a cabinet that had promptly vanished behind her, and had somehow argued her way into joining the party headed for a diplomatic summit in Harfang on the absurd pretext of being his new bodyguard; how she expected to manage that without any visible weapon was beyond him.
"If your giants are anything like the giants in my world, your Majesty, there's no way I could carry a big enough stick," the girl -- Jenny? Gina? no, Ginny -- said as she twirled the slender, polished twig between her fingers, "so I figured I'd go with one that's actually dangerous." The stick halted, its suddenly sparking tip aimed straight at Edmund's forehead, and only the laughter in her eyes kept him from drawing his sword in reflexive reaction to a witch.
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5. runespoor7, Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, mermaid AU.
Whither Thou Goest (125 words)
Sailboats aren't like cars or motorcycles, don't rumble and growl like restive beasts, no engines burning like hearts caught in metal ribs, but Haruka can still race, still hurl herself arrow-swift against the sky and lose herself in speed. She is learning to love the sea for her own sake, not merely for what it holds.
But still, sometimes when her craft bobs lazy on the waves, lost in the endless sweep of water, she wonders at her choice -- smells the phantom scent of petrol, hears the drone of wheels on asphalt, feels the accelerator give beneath her foot -- until Michiru rises from the deep to greet her with a sharp-toothed kiss, and wash her half-formed regrets away.
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6. vialethe, Narnia, Edmund/Susan, well the snow may have melted/but it covered all kinds of dirt
Hierogamy (150 words)
There is only ever one human family allowed to live in Narnia, though others of that race may visit from time to time; as only humans may rule Narnia, the logic is obvious. Susan's stomach turns when Mrs. Beaver asks, with cheerful curiosity, when the country may expect a wedding and an heir, but she covers with pretty words about youth, patience, and the need to rebuild in the wake of the winter, and persuades Mrs. Beaver to keep the "happy news" from Peter and Lucy.
That night, she slips into Edmund's chambers and sees in his eyes that he already knows, and is horrified, and agrees; and as they lie sleepless together, young and scared, neither daring to touch beneath the blankets though they know anything more than hands held against the dark is still far in the future, Susan cannot quite decide whether she would rather have died in the snow than live to find this poison in the thaw.
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These things are always such fun to write. :-)
If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
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Anyway, here are the six fills I have written so far. I actually kept five of them within the structural limits! (This is very exciting for me, because I am terrible about structural limits.)
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1. silvr_dagger, Homestuck, Rose, sesquipedalian prose
persuasion (150 words)
The trick is in the rhythm, of course. Any imbecile with a thesaurus can string syllables together like misshapen pearls on a string, but that merely dulls the reader's mind, sends them drifting off to drown in the choppy oceans lurking under conscious thought, where the Baroness seeds her monsters and her nets; when they wake, they close the book, set it aside unfinished, and go about their days always a little less interested in aught beyond the tidal pulse of consumption and desire. But get the rhythm right and the ponderous sonority of her phrases, the tintinnabulation of every lithe and well-turned word, creates instead a limpid pool into which she may toss stones of truth that spread their ripples to the farthest reaches of the yearning soul, and wait, and gather, and return to wash away lies and make the mind a mirror filled with light.
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2. silvr_dagger, Star Trek 2009, Spock/Uhura/Gaila, the scientific method
Suspect Methodology (150 words)
"You know, I never believed the rumors about Vulcans, but if you do that thing with your fingers and my face again I think I might actually die of endorphin overload," Gaila said as she flopped backward onto Nyota's bed, her arms sprawling carelessly over Nyota's breasts and Spock's collarbone.
"It hasn't killed me yet, but interspecies differences in physiology and neurochemistry are often unpredictable, so if you'd like to test that hypothesis..." Nyota said, with that wicked little tease tucked away in the corners of her voice that poured over Gaila like sunlight and made her skin feel warm and tight with potential.
Gaila ran her hand down Nyota's belly and dug her fingers into the thatch of sweat-damp hair, then turned to Spock and met his eyebrow with a challenge in her teeth: "I think that's up to the ethics committee, but if the chair is willing, we can get started right away."
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3.
betony, arthurian mythology, nimue (& or / merlin), if i had a heart, i could love you
Unweaving (225 words)
Nimue has never met anyone else who sees the whole pattern of the world, the threads and currents that weave everything from the smallest speck of dust to the thoughts of men, and the knots and grains where a steady, patient hand can reach just so and nudge a leaf or a life onto a new path. The simple reassurance that she is not mad, that she has a gift and a path (for no one can see their own thread in the tapestry without aid, just as no one can see their own face except reversed and in a mirror), would have won her to Merlin's side... and then he was kind, and took the time to listen, and teach, and ask her aid in his own spells as he sought to bring Arthur's dreams to life.
But he was not content with asking.
And so when she reached just so to undo the knot he tied in her soul, to bind her eyes and heart from seeking Arthur's harm, her fingers trembled as she worked and she tore her heart entire. And for that, she will never forgive him, until he sees all his dreams decay and feels her pain returned, redoubled, to nestle in his bones and eat him hollow, as she is hollow now.
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4. lizzie_marie_23, Narnia/Harry Potter, Edmund and Ginny, walk softly and carry a big stick
By Its Cover (150 words)
"I think we've had a miscommunication about measurements," Edmund said to the girl who'd entered Narnia through a cabinet that had promptly vanished behind her, and had somehow argued her way into joining the party headed for a diplomatic summit in Harfang on the absurd pretext of being his new bodyguard; how she expected to manage that without any visible weapon was beyond him.
"If your giants are anything like the giants in my world, your Majesty, there's no way I could carry a big enough stick," the girl -- Jenny? Gina? no, Ginny -- said as she twirled the slender, polished twig between her fingers, "so I figured I'd go with one that's actually dangerous." The stick halted, its suddenly sparking tip aimed straight at Edmund's forehead, and only the laughter in her eyes kept him from drawing his sword in reflexive reaction to a witch.
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5. runespoor7, Sailor Moon, Haruka/Michiru, mermaid AU.
Whither Thou Goest (125 words)
Sailboats aren't like cars or motorcycles, don't rumble and growl like restive beasts, no engines burning like hearts caught in metal ribs, but Haruka can still race, still hurl herself arrow-swift against the sky and lose herself in speed. She is learning to love the sea for her own sake, not merely for what it holds.
But still, sometimes when her craft bobs lazy on the waves, lost in the endless sweep of water, she wonders at her choice -- smells the phantom scent of petrol, hears the drone of wheels on asphalt, feels the accelerator give beneath her foot -- until Michiru rises from the deep to greet her with a sharp-toothed kiss, and wash her half-formed regrets away.
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6. vialethe, Narnia, Edmund/Susan, well the snow may have melted/but it covered all kinds of dirt
Hierogamy (150 words)
There is only ever one human family allowed to live in Narnia, though others of that race may visit from time to time; as only humans may rule Narnia, the logic is obvious. Susan's stomach turns when Mrs. Beaver asks, with cheerful curiosity, when the country may expect a wedding and an heir, but she covers with pretty words about youth, patience, and the need to rebuild in the wake of the winter, and persuades Mrs. Beaver to keep the "happy news" from Peter and Lucy.
That night, she slips into Edmund's chambers and sees in his eyes that he already knows, and is horrified, and agrees; and as they lie sleepless together, young and scared, neither daring to touch beneath the blankets though they know anything more than hands held against the dark is still far in the future, Susan cannot quite decide whether she would rather have died in the snow than live to find this poison in the thaw.
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These things are always such fun to write. :-)
If you want to comment on this post, you can do so over here on Dreamwidth, where there are currently (
comments)