Three Sentence Ficathon 2021 - Fills
Feb. 10th, 2021 10:22 pmSince the first post for the Three Sentence Ficathon has recently closed, I thought I'd collect my fills here! It's been a lot of fun, and if you're interested, you can fill in prompts from the first post here or join in on the second post here.
You can also find lists of unfilled prompts from the 2020 and 2021 Three Sentence Ficathons, compiled by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
conuly.
Prompts with asterisk* marks are from the second round of prompts.
Antigone (Ancient Greek Religion and Lore)
Original prompt: Antigone - Ismene - if there´s a reason I´m still alive when so many have died I´m willing to wait for it (I am the one thing in life I can control)
It would be easier to die, she knows - she is the last child of Jocasta, a creature that was never meant to exist in the first place. She can see how the people lower their voices and cross the room when she appears, as if the heavy burdens of a gods-cursed life can somehow fall upon them if they come too close.
It would be easier to fade away, to allow them to forget her and everything that has happened to her - to Father, to Mother, to her brothers and her dearest Antigone - and for that alone, she is determined to live.
The Giver - Lois Lowry
Original prompt: The Giver, Lily, left behind
Lily never knew what color Jonas' eyes had been, but she thinks they were like the Receiver's eyes - blue as the water of the river, gentle and patient.
The Receiver tells her that the deep ache in her chest that makes her cry whenever she notices one of Jonas' belongings still lying around is called "grief" and "loss", and he encourages her to talk about it with her parents and her teachers (some things in the Community have not changed so much, after all).
But she comes to the Receiver instead, and when he looks at her with Jonas' eyes, it's as close as she thinks she'll ever come to seeing her brother again.
Paint Your Wagon
Original prompt*: Paint Your Wagon, Elizabeth/Pardner/Ben Rumson, the golden country
Seems like all anybody can talk about in No-Name City is gold - where the newest strikes are, who's got the best claim, all the most tricky and ingenious ways to barter and steal and trade your way to that enticing yellow dust.
Elizabeth can't help but think they're all off their heads.
Maybe gold's got some certain value, she'll give it that, but - the gold of the sunset behind the from the porch of her new house, the shining glint of Ben's eyes as he drunkenly proclaims on the beauty of this wild land, the yellow of her hair in the mirror when Pardner runs his hands through it, that's all the gold Elizabeth needs.
A Song of Ice and Fire
Original prompt: ASOIAF, any, snowball fight
Brandon shook the snow out of his hair and glared at Ned, which might have come across as more intimidating if they hadn't all just heard him yelp when several well-aimed snowballs hit his back. "You were supposed to be on my side!"
Ned only smiled and tossed the last snowball he was holding at Brandon, who ignored it in favor of launching himself at Ned, tackling him into the snowbank. Behind them, Lyanna and Benjen peeked out from behind an oak tree and burst into laughter.
Brandon laughed himself as he shoved handfuls of snow down the back of Ned's shirt, saying, "Traitor! Turncloak! I was going to give you a holdfast when I become Lord of Winterfell, but if that's how you're going to treat your liege lord - "
"That won't happen for ages, anyway," Lyanna said as she threw herself into the snowbank - her brothers never did something without her wanting to be in the middle of it - and started to pile snow on them both.
Benjen nodded, leaning back against the oak tree. "She's right. Father's never been ill a day in his life."
"You'll be an old, grey man before you get Winterfell," Lyanna declared.
Brandon threw a snowball at her for that, but halfheartedly - the energy was beginning to go out of all of them as the sun started to set over the walls of Winterfell. He pulled himself up, offering his hands to his brother and sister where they lay in the snowbank. "Come on, then. If we have so much time before we have to worry about Winterfell, we might as well spend it someplace warmer."
Original prompt*: asoiaf, Irri and/or Jhiqui, dragonriders
Star Wars
Original prompt: star wars, luke & leia, the force
Reaching through the Force is like wakening a limb long left numb, and even following Luke's guidance it comes close to overwhelming her with sensation, the pulse of living beings breathing and the sharp remains of creatures long dead and something that, for a fleeting and aching moment, almost feels like Alderaan.
When she opens her eyes, Luke is still holding onto her hand, his head cocked and an unspoken question between them.
"All right, I'll train," she says, "but I'm not calling you Master."
Original prompt: Star Wars, Han/Leia, as you wish
At first she thinks that Han's just trying to find another way under her skin, that "as you wish" is only a variation of his more typical yes ma'am, absolutely, if it please Your Worshipfulness whenever she asks him to do something.
She keeps finding ways to make him say it, for reasons she can't explain even to herself, even as the requests turn from I need you to set up the corral for the tauntauns to I need you to fly this mission, you're the only one who knows the sector to, finally, Han, don't leave yet, I need you to stay.
"As you wish," he says, and for the first time she thinks it might mean something different to them both.
Original prompt: any, any, bad ending (Luke, warning-major character death)
Afterward, while Vader and the Emperor are nothing more than cooling corpses and the battle still whirls among the stars outside the transparisteel windows, Luke sits down shakily on the steps; his heart pounds scarily fast, freezing and burning him with each beat as power (he can no longer tell if dark or light, and he wonders if his father had felt that way just before Luke killed him) thrums through his veins, fear and anger and sorrow running with it as if his skin could barely contain it all.
So this is the end of it, he thinks, no more Jedi and no more Sith, Ben, Yoda, I'm sorry.
Distantly, he thinks he can hear Leia screaming at him to run even above the sound of the warning klaxons, but still he sits with the dead and the Force even as the Death Star begins to buckle and burn, I'm sorry I'm sorry this is how it has to end I'm sorry Han Leia I love you I love-
Original prompt: Star Wars, Luke and/or Leia, remembering Padmé
Leia remembers her mother, but the memories are only wisps across her consciousness, a warm feeling of protection and a face she only sees as if through a misted window, and always gone before she can catch the woman's eyes.
It's more than what Luke has, though, and the first time Leia shares her memories in both their minds, the wonder that she can sense from him makes her heart feel full.
"That's her?" he whispers; Leia squeezes his hand, and in the shadow of memory Padmé smiles.
You can also find lists of unfilled prompts from the 2020 and 2021 Three Sentence Ficathons, compiled by
conuly. Prompts with asterisk* marks are from the second round of prompts.
Antigone (Ancient Greek Religion and Lore)
Original prompt: Antigone - Ismene - if there´s a reason I´m still alive when so many have died I´m willing to wait for it (I am the one thing in life I can control)
It would be easier to die, she knows - she is the last child of Jocasta, a creature that was never meant to exist in the first place. She can see how the people lower their voices and cross the room when she appears, as if the heavy burdens of a gods-cursed life can somehow fall upon them if they come too close.
It would be easier to fade away, to allow them to forget her and everything that has happened to her - to Father, to Mother, to her brothers and her dearest Antigone - and for that alone, she is determined to live.
The Giver - Lois Lowry
Original prompt: The Giver, Lily, left behind
Lily never knew what color Jonas' eyes had been, but she thinks they were like the Receiver's eyes - blue as the water of the river, gentle and patient.
The Receiver tells her that the deep ache in her chest that makes her cry whenever she notices one of Jonas' belongings still lying around is called "grief" and "loss", and he encourages her to talk about it with her parents and her teachers (some things in the Community have not changed so much, after all).
But she comes to the Receiver instead, and when he looks at her with Jonas' eyes, it's as close as she thinks she'll ever come to seeing her brother again.
Paint Your Wagon
Original prompt*: Paint Your Wagon, Elizabeth/Pardner/Ben Rumson, the golden country
Seems like all anybody can talk about in No-Name City is gold - where the newest strikes are, who's got the best claim, all the most tricky and ingenious ways to barter and steal and trade your way to that enticing yellow dust.
Elizabeth can't help but think they're all off their heads.
Maybe gold's got some certain value, she'll give it that, but - the gold of the sunset behind the from the porch of her new house, the shining glint of Ben's eyes as he drunkenly proclaims on the beauty of this wild land, the yellow of her hair in the mirror when Pardner runs his hands through it, that's all the gold Elizabeth needs.
A Song of Ice and Fire
Original prompt: ASOIAF, any, snowball fight
Brandon shook the snow out of his hair and glared at Ned, which might have come across as more intimidating if they hadn't all just heard him yelp when several well-aimed snowballs hit his back. "You were supposed to be on my side!"
Ned only smiled and tossed the last snowball he was holding at Brandon, who ignored it in favor of launching himself at Ned, tackling him into the snowbank. Behind them, Lyanna and Benjen peeked out from behind an oak tree and burst into laughter.
Brandon laughed himself as he shoved handfuls of snow down the back of Ned's shirt, saying, "Traitor! Turncloak! I was going to give you a holdfast when I become Lord of Winterfell, but if that's how you're going to treat your liege lord - "
"That won't happen for ages, anyway," Lyanna said as she threw herself into the snowbank - her brothers never did something without her wanting to be in the middle of it - and started to pile snow on them both.
Benjen nodded, leaning back against the oak tree. "She's right. Father's never been ill a day in his life."
"You'll be an old, grey man before you get Winterfell," Lyanna declared.
Brandon threw a snowball at her for that, but halfheartedly - the energy was beginning to go out of all of them as the sun started to set over the walls of Winterfell. He pulled himself up, offering his hands to his brother and sister where they lay in the snowbank. "Come on, then. If we have so much time before we have to worry about Winterfell, we might as well spend it someplace warmer."
Original prompt*: asoiaf, Irri and/or Jhiqui, dragonriders
"It's not so different from riding a horse," the khaleesi says, and Irri would have laughed if she had not been so nervous, the hot breath of the dragon rolling down her body as she put a hand on its burning scales.
But the khaleesi puts Irri in the saddle in front of her, her body molded comfortably into Irri's, and when the dragon takes off and the wind rushes across her face like the swiftest of stallions as the ground disappears below her, Irri whoops like her father the khal had done when he rode into battle, and she can feel the khaleesi's grin into her neck.
When the khaleesi is gone, Irri approaches the pyramids where her remaining children live without fear; it is not so different from a horse, and yet so much more than a horse, Irri thinks as the dragon takes her up into flight.
Star Wars
Original prompt: star wars, luke & leia, the force
Reaching through the Force is like wakening a limb long left numb, and even following Luke's guidance it comes close to overwhelming her with sensation, the pulse of living beings breathing and the sharp remains of creatures long dead and something that, for a fleeting and aching moment, almost feels like Alderaan.
When she opens her eyes, Luke is still holding onto her hand, his head cocked and an unspoken question between them.
"All right, I'll train," she says, "but I'm not calling you Master."
Original prompt: Star Wars, Han/Leia, as you wish
At first she thinks that Han's just trying to find another way under her skin, that "as you wish" is only a variation of his more typical yes ma'am, absolutely, if it please Your Worshipfulness whenever she asks him to do something.
She keeps finding ways to make him say it, for reasons she can't explain even to herself, even as the requests turn from I need you to set up the corral for the tauntauns to I need you to fly this mission, you're the only one who knows the sector to, finally, Han, don't leave yet, I need you to stay.
"As you wish," he says, and for the first time she thinks it might mean something different to them both.
Original prompt: any, any, bad ending (Luke, warning-major character death)
Afterward, while Vader and the Emperor are nothing more than cooling corpses and the battle still whirls among the stars outside the transparisteel windows, Luke sits down shakily on the steps; his heart pounds scarily fast, freezing and burning him with each beat as power (he can no longer tell if dark or light, and he wonders if his father had felt that way just before Luke killed him) thrums through his veins, fear and anger and sorrow running with it as if his skin could barely contain it all.
So this is the end of it, he thinks, no more Jedi and no more Sith, Ben, Yoda, I'm sorry.
Distantly, he thinks he can hear Leia screaming at him to run even above the sound of the warning klaxons, but still he sits with the dead and the Force even as the Death Star begins to buckle and burn, I'm sorry I'm sorry this is how it has to end I'm sorry Han Leia I love you I love-
Original prompt: Star Wars, Luke and/or Leia, remembering Padmé
Leia remembers her mother, but the memories are only wisps across her consciousness, a warm feeling of protection and a face she only sees as if through a misted window, and always gone before she can catch the woman's eyes.
It's more than what Luke has, though, and the first time Leia shares her memories in both their minds, the wonder that she can sense from him makes her heart feel full.
"That's her?" he whispers; Leia squeezes his hand, and in the shadow of memory Padmé smiles.