3 Sentence Fication
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threesentenceficathon fills, and the longer ones from the last post are now on AO3. I may put up a very short recs post tomorrow.
These are both more or less original fiction.
Vaguely-Slavic fairy tale
Prompt: any, any, enchanted princess or brilliant talking bird, hard to say...
The beautiful ruby-coloured bird has been coming to the orchard for nearly five years now, and Eliana has never kissed it.
Not such a strange thing—she hasn't kissed any other birds either—but this one, that talks to her, that listens to her, that she sits with whenever she can, that she would follow, if she only could, every time it leaves their orchard, even though she has no idea where it goes...
She knows all the stories about the missing tsarevna, and she has asked the bird about none of them, because there are some places a peasant girl can't follow.
Four Apples
Prompt: any, any, dance with me?
[notes: More information about the characters here; most relevantly, Josie is transfeminine nonbinary; and yes, this was an actual rule at some dance halls at the time.]
“‘To protect the morals and reputations of the young ladies of Toronto,’” Verry quoted, voice dripping with scorn, “‘no girls will be admitted to the dance hall without a male escort’—sounds much more likely to endanger their morals and reputations to me.”
“Well, I don’t mind dressing up as a boy,” Josie said, and Verry blinked at her—she had forgotten that was even a possibility—“but perhaps you would mind it?”
“If it gets us into the dance hall without needing men I’m happy to go along with it,” Verry decided.
threesentenceficathon fills, and the longer ones from the last post are now on AO3. I may put up a very short recs post tomorrow.These are both more or less original fiction.
Vaguely-Slavic fairy tale
Prompt: any, any, enchanted princess or brilliant talking bird, hard to say...
The beautiful ruby-coloured bird has been coming to the orchard for nearly five years now, and Eliana has never kissed it.
Not such a strange thing—she hasn't kissed any other birds either—but this one, that talks to her, that listens to her, that she sits with whenever she can, that she would follow, if she only could, every time it leaves their orchard, even though she has no idea where it goes...
She knows all the stories about the missing tsarevna, and she has asked the bird about none of them, because there are some places a peasant girl can't follow.
Four Apples
Prompt: any, any, dance with me?
[notes: More information about the characters here; most relevantly, Josie is transfeminine nonbinary; and yes, this was an actual rule at some dance halls at the time.]
“‘To protect the morals and reputations of the young ladies of Toronto,’” Verry quoted, voice dripping with scorn, “‘no girls will be admitted to the dance hall without a male escort’—sounds much more likely to endanger their morals and reputations to me.”
“Well, I don’t mind dressing up as a boy,” Josie said, and Verry blinked at her—she had forgotten that was even a possibility—“but perhaps you would mind it?”
“If it gets us into the dance hall without needing men I’m happy to go along with it,” Verry decided.