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Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
(Because one didn't seem to have started this year, and I admit to wanting very much to participate in one of these challenges!)
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format: fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence. .
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
Presenting the Three Sentence Ficathon 2016!
The Steps:
1. Prompt the fandom/pairing/situation of your heart, preferably in the following format:
2. Find a prompt by someone else (or heck, your own) that catches your interest.
3. Fill the prompt in no more than three sentences. (NB: This is really more of a guideline
4. Revel in reading the (hopefully large) amounts of fics thereby produced.
5. PROFIT!
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"Have you been doing anything that isn't eating or drinking?" he asks, so she tells him about Jedi temples, abandoned and cavernous and full of hidden things, and he tells her stories in turn of the fire lakes of Rillis V and the cliff cities of Maru – but not the battles, though the crack of blaster fire is still sharp in his mind, and he's sure that beneath the desert calm of her eyes, she's also got things she's holding back; there will be time for the bad when they're done with the good, and he thinks they've got enough good times between them now to last until morning.
She gives him a speculative look when he says it, a different kind of hunger lighting in her eyes, and when she kisses him, he thinks of honey and spices, and the lonely tranquility of ruined places; she tells him later, after they've forgotten war for a time, that she was thinking of home.
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