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Single Sentence Challenge Promptfest is BACK

Think you can’t write fanfic? Think again, because Sentence!Fest is a fun way to get your feet wet. Basically, the challenge is to tell a complete story using one sentence only.

Sounds easy, but perhaps it is not. How would you tell your story if you only had the space of one sentence? Would you use dialogue? Action? Emotion? Observation? Would it be haunting? Poetic? Sexy? Tragic?

The rules are simple: Tell a story using one sentence. It can be as long as you want it to be, but it must make sense (imaginary points will be deducted). It can be as short as you want it to be, but make those words count. Tell a story that will provoke the imagination of your readers – one they will demand to have the beginning, middle and end of from you – that is the ultimate goal. Here is an example:

Neal and Peter have the sex.

Here is a better one:

When Peter finally opened his eyes, it was to see his lover's rapt face as Neal rode him, the rising sun forming a perfect golden halo around his dark head; his savior, his angel.

Capice?

This particular ‘fest will operate like any other. Take a prompt, fill a prompt, leave a prompt. There are no limits – multiple folks can fill any and all prompts. Use them to craft a narrative if you like, but each entry must convey an entire scene within that narrative. All subject matter is fair game, so RPF/RPS is allowed. This fest is unlocked and opened to everyone who would like to write.

Cuz Sentencefest can be a little overwhelming, it will be co-moderated by myself, [livejournal.com profile] coffeethyme4me and [livejournal.com profile] rabidchild67 .

Prompts will be found in the first comments below - let the games begin.

Jones: Nervous

Date: 2011-11-07 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rabidchild67.livejournal.com
Clint took yet another shuddering breath and let it out slowly; he reckoned that 100 different Jones men had been down this road before him, and 100 more would after him, but somehow that knowledge didn’t make him feel any better until he finally spotted Neal waiting for him at the altar.

Prompt: Diana - remind me

Diana, Jones - You're sick

Date: 2011-11-07 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
"You came to work with a fever?" he asked as she gulped down more Tylenol, "I know you're new around here, probie, but no one is going to think you can't cut it if you go home."

Diana/Christie - Home
Edited Date: 2011-11-07 06:43 pm (UTC)

Sara – possibilities

Date: 2011-11-07 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
She stepped out of the plane and into Buenos Aires, ready to do what she did best, now that the hunt was on.

Lauren Cruz - Making the Grade
Edited Date: 2011-11-07 06:44 pm (UTC)

Diana - remind me

Date: 2011-11-07 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Her hands were cold when she pocketed her own badge for the first time, and tried not to think about how proud Charlie would have been if he could have seen it.

Peter - Shadows
Edited Date: 2011-11-07 06:49 pm (UTC)

Moz - seeing the bright side

Date: 2011-11-07 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
"Well at least you're not sleeping with a CIA agent."

Adler - plaster

Neal: Thinking of Clinton

Date: 2011-11-07 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com
When Neal first hears the phrase 'lie back and think of the President' he knows its not the right saying, but years later and miles away from his stint as the FBI's pet CI, he can't help that whenever he's on his back, he thinks of Clinton.

Peter, El -- sugar cookies
Edited Date: 2011-11-07 06:57 pm (UTC)

Elizabeth – capable

Date: 2011-11-07 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
As she sat there, listening in with Mozzie's bug on the agents trying to find her husband, she wished she were the one who had been kidnapped, because she just wasn't capable of waiting for him to come home.

Keller - bright lights, big city

Peter, El - sugar cookies

Date: 2011-11-07 07:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
"So the bakery switched to this new no calerie sweetener," El said as he tried to swallow, and when he sputtered, she grinned, "Gotcha."

Diana/Raquel – handcuffs

Date: 2011-11-07 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rabidchild67.livejournal.com
Neal watched as Diana slapped the cuffs on her, the tug-and-shake as Raquel fought her just a little bit, and immediately hit fast-forward on the porno that kicked off in his mind to the part where he was the one in the cuffs, and they were both standing over him, naked, floggers in hand, sneering as he cried for their mercy.

Peter - did you hear that?

Date: 2011-11-07 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Peter stuck his fingers in his ears, "Where's Moz?" he shouted, and Neal pointed upstairs in the direction of all the noise, which didn't reassure him at all.

Avery - pure

Mozzie – dreams

Date: 2011-11-07 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
He didn't have nightmares when he slept on Neal's couch, and with him there, Neal didn't wake up screaming either.

Fowler - cold hard truth

Neal - Long Con

Date: 2011-11-07 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
His head snapped around whenever anybody said the name Nick, and sometimes, when he caught sight of his reflection, he saw George or Steve instead of Neal.

Neal - Holding Pattern

Sara/El – Tipsy

Date: 2011-11-07 07:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rabidchild67.livejournal.com
OK, so what - they got a little tipsy at dinner, and waiting for Peter and Neal to secure a cab on a chilly Saturday night in the Theater district was maybe taking a little too long, so what if they couldn’t help snuggling together, and if the snuggling led to a little kiss or two, where was the harm; and if a kiss or two led to a hand up the thigh, or the flick of a nipple, who was complaining – at least, that’s what they told their men when they finally noticed them both standing there, eyes boggling and dicks half-hard.

P/E/N -- doing it in a single-user restroom

Date: 2011-11-07 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amy1705fl.livejournal.com



The barrista gapes in open-mouthed astonishment as the petite, stacked brunette, serenely walks out of the restroom followed by a tall, severely handsome older gentleman in a bad suit who in turn is followed by a well-dressed, blue-eyed charmer who meets the coffeehouse employee's gaze and quips, "What the lady wants, the lady gets."


Moz/El alcohol
Neal/El opening up

Diana - cherry red

Date: 2011-11-07 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
She snapped the clasp closed and let the synthetic ruby swing, "If you ever make me dress up as a model again, boss, I'll make you eat this ruby."

June - Wide eyes

Mozzie – strut

Date: 2011-11-07 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
"Oh shut up, you're just saying that because you can't pull off flip flops and Hawaiian shirts," Moz said smugly, using the sidewalk as his own personal catwalk, "Neither can you," Neal shot back.

June - Drill Sargent

Alex -- Dreams

Date: 2011-11-07 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
(I sneaked in an Alex prompt ;-) )

She dreams often of New York; the skyscrapers reaching for the blue painted sky, with him walking beside her, his grasp on her warm and kind and gentle, and even after she wakes she still feels the lingering sense of safety and warmth, and she wonders why she couldn't have met Jones before they'd taken different roads.

Jones -- Nervous

Date: 2011-11-07 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
He's not new to this kind of thing, but he has to admit that it's much different when it's his boss and his beautiful wife in bed with him -- but when they start, Peter is kind, and Elizabeth is sweet, and the nervousness slips away with his clothes, forgotten, as their mouths move over his restless body.

Elizabeth -- Capable

Date: 2011-11-07 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
Elizabeth knows that Peter is a capable agent, but that doesn't stop her heart from pounding when she hasn't heard from him all day, and when the phone finally rings it's Neal, not Peter on the other line.

Moz/Alex -- Thinking of Clinton

Date: 2011-11-07 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
They both want Jones, but they both know that like, Neal, he's out of their reach -- so they get together every now and then, drink, share fantasies, and even though it isn't the same, they come together, because at least that way it doesn't feel so lonely.

Mozzie/Peter -- Obsession

Date: 2011-11-07 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
He knows it's unhealthy, the way he obsesses over the Suit, but Moz can't help himself when he sees Peter's hands, or the way those damn shirts pull taut over a surprisingly muscular frame, or that smart, dry wit that is endearing and infuriating, and he tries to drown the desire with wine, until one night Peter surprises them both by kissing him.

Satchmo -- Strut

Date: 2011-11-07 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com
Satchmo strutted through the house, head high, as he squeaked his new toy...and squeaked it...and squeaked it...and squeaked it...

Diana - Cherry Red

Date: 2011-11-07 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shrieking-ell.livejournal.com
Christy's lips are red, cherry red when Diana's done kissing her, her eyes sparkle and her breath hitches and Diana almost doesn't care anymore that Lou Gramm didn't have people like them in mind when he wrote the song and would probably hate the memories she has of that summer and first kisses and rock music and would certainly disapprove of the proposal she intends to make now that she's finally allowed to have what all those Christians take for granted.

Neal – countdown

Date: 2011-11-07 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Most kids counted down until the day they left home, but he stopped he clock the day he ran.

Clinton Jones - rainstorm

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