Three Sentence Fics
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violsvaHere are the last few of my fics for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
threesentenceficathon, although technically it continues to be open for fills.
The Old Guard
Prompt: Any, any, still she haunts me phantomwise
It was so long since there had been another of them that Andy hadn’t realized that of course Le Livre would dream of Quỳnh.
Andy dreams of Quỳnh most nights—ordinary dreams, usually bad, but the good ones are worse, at least to wake up from. She wouldn’t have wished the dreams on anyone else, and Le Livre certainly isn’t happy about them—but still, she’s envious, of the chance to see, not a fantasy or a memory, but Quỳnh herself, even trapped, even suffering—Quỳnh, rather than her ghost.
Prompt: any, your problematic fave, Having a little mayhem. As a Treat.
“I could be the distraction instead—” Nile started, but they both knew she couldn’t: she was the only one who was good enough with computers. Andy shook her head and hefted her axe, already grinning.
“I’ll be fine,” she told Nile, “and if I’m not, you’ll be fine; I swear, you will.”
Lord Peter Wimsey
Prompt: Any | Any | all murder mysteries do that
“All right, Watson, I see by your eyebrows that your correspondence is disturbing; what have you there?” asked Lord Peter Wimsey at the breakfast table, “—the body in the library, the corpse beneath a balcony, the cryptic last words to an unfortunate passer-by?”
“None of those,” said his wife, handing him the letter, “but there have been a series of minor thefts at Shrewsbury, and the Dean would like me—or us, if you’re free—to visit and perhaps figure out what’s going on.”
“A trivial affair—that is, no doubt very concerning to the faculty and students, of course—a trivial affair to a detective brain, but certainly we should look into it before the culprit progresses to greater crimes, as the best writers inform me they often do.”
Narnia
Prompt: any, any, "Oh look, rocks."
“It’s almost magnificent,” Eustace said, looking around at the endless stretch of Ettinsmoor, rolling over hills, dappled with cloud shadows, interrupted only by occasional cliffs and boulders. “Like a mountain, or a desert.”
“All of them are just a lot of rocks,” said Puddleglum, “and dry rocks, at that.”
threesentenceficathon, although technically it continues to be open for fills.The Old Guard
Prompt: Any, any, still she haunts me phantomwise
It was so long since there had been another of them that Andy hadn’t realized that of course Le Livre would dream of Quỳnh.
Andy dreams of Quỳnh most nights—ordinary dreams, usually bad, but the good ones are worse, at least to wake up from. She wouldn’t have wished the dreams on anyone else, and Le Livre certainly isn’t happy about them—but still, she’s envious, of the chance to see, not a fantasy or a memory, but Quỳnh herself, even trapped, even suffering—Quỳnh, rather than her ghost.
Prompt: any, your problematic fave, Having a little mayhem. As a Treat.
“I could be the distraction instead—” Nile started, but they both knew she couldn’t: she was the only one who was good enough with computers. Andy shook her head and hefted her axe, already grinning.
“I’ll be fine,” she told Nile, “and if I’m not, you’ll be fine; I swear, you will.”
Lord Peter Wimsey
Prompt: Any | Any | all murder mysteries do that
“All right, Watson, I see by your eyebrows that your correspondence is disturbing; what have you there?” asked Lord Peter Wimsey at the breakfast table, “—the body in the library, the corpse beneath a balcony, the cryptic last words to an unfortunate passer-by?”
“None of those,” said his wife, handing him the letter, “but there have been a series of minor thefts at Shrewsbury, and the Dean would like me—or us, if you’re free—to visit and perhaps figure out what’s going on.”
“A trivial affair—that is, no doubt very concerning to the faculty and students, of course—a trivial affair to a detective brain, but certainly we should look into it before the culprit progresses to greater crimes, as the best writers inform me they often do.”
Narnia
Prompt: any, any, "Oh look, rocks."
“It’s almost magnificent,” Eustace said, looking around at the endless stretch of Ettinsmoor, rolling over hills, dappled with cloud shadows, interrupted only by occasional cliffs and boulders. “Like a mountain, or a desert.”
“All of them are just a lot of rocks,” said Puddleglum, “and dry rocks, at that.”