three sentence ficathon is back!

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I have been going crazy on it tonight, because omg everyone is beautiful and perfect and prompting awesome things!

I have written stuff:

For be_themoon:
Avalon High (movie), Allie, fencing lessons
The sabre is too thin, far too light in her hand. There is a natural balance that her body is trying to find, but this is not the right sword. She lunges forward anyway - she cannot look back forever.

Batfamily, Steph/Cass, come back and we'll take them all on
"They don't want me anymore," Steph says, and even as she does she remembers a time when that couldn't stop her.
"No," is all Cass replies, soft and sad. But she takes Steph's hand and leads her up to the rooftop, and that is enough.

For caramelsilver:
Narnia, girl!Ed, lost but not frightened.
It's so cold. This world is cold, and dark, and full of strange noises and bone-deep whispers and there is no direction she can find. But Rosamund has felt all these things for years, has been lost among her family long enough to know she can go on anyway.

For redsilverchains:
The Hunger Games, Gale/Johanna, I am done with my graceless heart
These are not his woods, and the girl beside him creeps like vines, is no hunter. But he's learned that these are the things he needs: open air wreathed in green, and a set of eyes he can trust at his back. It turns out she needs the same.

For lizzie_marie_23:
Peter Pan, Wendy, teaching her daughter how to fly
The ingredients are all there; she's saved the pixie dust carefully, and little Jane has all the faith and trust you could want. The trouble is Wendy. How can you teach something think you have forgotten how to want?

academia, subjective/objective, coming from different directions
"I feel like you -"
"Don't say 'feel,' sweetheart, it's so, well - you."
Subjective continues blithely, uncowed by the fact: "I feel like you really just need to admit that even at your purest you have a little of me in you, too."
Objective winks saucily. "That's what she said."

academia, tense/person, we/you/they tell/told/will tell the story
You held it in your heart for the longest of times, soft and new and special, though you didn't know what it was. Now we share it with you, and it multiplies among us, accelerating as it bounces one to another, until we feel the friction which is at first warming, but so soon overheats into new forms we cannot control. Soon they will have it from us, and they will forget us, and they will bring it back to destroy you.

livejournal, prompt/fill, something is lost in translation but maybe something is gained
The neat little lines and headings that divide them must be some sort of membrane, Fill thinks, watching Prompt curiously, the neighbor beyond the tall fence. It tries to be like Prompt, tries to live up to the grandeur of Prompt's house, the stately art of its minimalist inspiration. They maybe don't speak the same language, Fill thinks finally; maybe they are saying the same thing without knowing it.

And that's all she wrote. For tonight. Now that I'm posting these I'm going to try to stop myself from filling any more tonight. There are Things I Have to Get Done. But oh man I love this ficathon! Come play!