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Three Sentence Story Challenge Submissions
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Your submissions the Three Sentence Story Challenge were absolutely amazing. You did an awesome job of saying so much in so few words.
And to make sure none of that awesomeness gets overlooked in the comments section, we've listed all of them here. The prompts that inspired these mini-stories are listed in parentheses.
Thank you
menolly_au for posting such a terrific challenge, and thanks to everyone who participated. *hugs y'all*
Submissions
#01 by
menolly_au (head wound)
Blood trickles down from the wound on his forehead. House wipes it away, his fingers warm against Wilson's skin. "Next time someone wants to hit me, let them," he mutters.
#02 by
coconut_ice22 (Wilson is injured while babysitting Rachel)
Wilson had always thought he was a good cook, and fortunately so did most of his friends. Rachel, having once tasted Wilson's raisin and oat cookies, demanded he help her bake some.
Cuddy later (as Wilson was puking) warned him about letting four year olds put whatever they like in the dough, helpfully reminding him that House's mocking and jeers were going to last longer than the food poison.
#03 by
pgrabia (Wilson ends up with friction burns)
Wilson allowed House to apply the soothing balm to the friction burns between his ass cheeks. He glowered at his best friend when House made cracks about his injury. In frustration Wilson told him, "Yeah, yeah, well the next time you want to watch pole dancing you can limp your ass over to a strip club!"
#04 by
coconut_ice22 (blood blisters)
"You must be a very good violinist"
"You can tell that from a blood blister on my finger?"
"No, I can tell that from the articles I've read about you, well, also from the Stradivarius by your feet, and lastly, yes, from the location of the blood blister."
#05 by
coconut_ice22 (blood blisters)
"It was just a blood blister on my foot from running, it popped, this shouldn't be happening."
"I'm sorry, Dr Wilson, the infection has spread too much, gangrene has set in. We need to amputate your foot, leave it too long and it will be the whole leg."
#06 by
coconut_ice22 (Wilson falls asleep in the sun)
"You were meant to put lotion over my WHOLE back, not just use it to write your name!"
"Your fault for falling alseep in the sun and getting burnt in the first place. But think of it this way, now you have name-brand sunburn, not just crappy generic sunburn."
#07 by
cellista_in_c (bitten by a dog)
"Tell me again, just how big is Mrs. Donovan's Mitzi?"
"Shut up House - ouch!"
"Only you would need stitches for a bite from the Pomeranian next door."
#08 by
taiga13 (cat scratch fever)
Wilson groaned as he threw off the bed covers off his fever-wracked body. His head seemed to be pounding in rhythm with Sara's purring. "This is all your fault", he grumbled as she settled in her favourite sleeping position on his chest.
#09 by
menolly_au (mumps)
Wilson looked at his swollen face in the bathroom mirror and sighed, mumps, how could he be that unlucky? He jumped as he heard a yell coming from the bedroom. "Wilson! What the hell have you done to me???"
#10 by
menolly_au (poked in the eye)
Wilson sat still as House applied a patch over his right eye. The worst thing was now he'd have to put with House's pirate jokes for the next week. He glanced down at House's cane and smiled, oh well - at least they could be pirates together.
#11 by
pgrabia (Wilson gets bitten by fire ants)
"I thought fire ants were called that because of the color they are," Wilson said glumly, lying on his stomach on the air mattress in their tent, "not because their bites feel like I'm roasting over a campfire!"
House smirked and replied,"Aww, Jimmy's tushy has an ouwie--I told you not to sit on that rotted-out log."
"Shut up and keep rubbing in that salve!" Wilson ordered irritably, and sighed.
#12 by
writerdot (catatonia)
Wilson can't move, can't talk, can't react, but he can hear, see and feel. More than anything, he just wishes he could let House know that he's trapped in his own mind, and wants to get out. He wants House to stop worrying, because he can see, hear, and feel that House has never left his side.
#13 by
cellista_in_c (Wilson slips in a puddle and breaks his tailbone)
"See, this is why I asked you to clean the lube up right away, rather than just letting it sit on the floor all night."
"How long is your ass going to be out of commission?"
"At least eight weeks - I suggest you renew your acquaintance with your right hand."
#14 by
writerdot (Wilson slips in a puddle and breaks his tailbone)
"How's your ass?"
Wilson glares at House, who looks entirely too cheerful, and responds, "It's my tailbone and it would be much better if you hadn't 'accidentally' spilled that bucket of water right in front of your doorway as I was walking in, which begs the question...why did you have that in your office anyway?"
House is about to open his mouth but Wilson reconsiders and says, "You know, I don't want to know."
#15 by
barefootpuddles (Wilson trips over House's cane)
"Could you please stop leaving your cane lying around? This is my fourth foot injury this month," Wilson whines as House wraps the ace bandage.
"Then how else can I make sure you don't run away?"
#16 by
menolly_au (Wilson falls off a motorcycle)
House looks down at where Wilson is sprawled on the ground. "Get up and this time, hold on tight like I told you." Wilson gets gingerly to his feet and settles behind House, wrapping his arms around his waist, if it's this hard to stay on while the motorcycle is parked how hard will it be when House starts the engine?
#17 by
sin_of_pride (nightmare)
"Not one word about this," House mutters as he sits up in bed and pulls Wilson close. Wilson shuts his eyes and buries his sweat-soaked face in House's neck, too busy trying to calm his breathing to answer. House doesn't say anything else and Wilson hides a small smile when he feels a light, barely-there kiss being pressed to his temple.
#18 by
menolly_au (nightmare)
House is driving the car straight towards him, he leaps out of the way, hurting his wrist, and watches as it smashes into Cuddy's house. He wakes up with a start, heart pounding, soaked in sweat and trembling. House stirs next to him and mutters in his sleep, Wilson relaxes, it was just a nightmare after all.
#19 by
mashfanficchick (nightmare)
For one moment each day, he thinks it's a dream. Then he rises and sees the evidence of his missing parts. His life has become a nightmare.
#20 by
srsly_yes (painkillers)
Partially due to the pain streaking up his calf, but mostly to avoid House's gaze, Wilson hunched over as he massaged his scarred lower leg. "I know, House. Don't lecture me."
He slowly released his breath as he grasped the vial of pills that landed with a soft thump on the cushion beside him, feeling rather than hearing the front door rattling shut.
#21 by
barefootpuddles (permanent or temporary hearing loss)
Two years after his bout with meningitis, Wilson thinks back on the time that he lay in a hospital bed, fevered and delusional, House sitting by his side. Recalling a foggy memory, he strains to replay in his mind the weird movements House was making at his bedside.
Now that he is fluent in sign language, he smiles.
#22 by
menolly_au (laryngitis)
Wilson finds it strangely peaceful when he can't talk. He can't lecture, he can't advise or cajole, he just sits quietly with his friend, enjoying the wide variety of TV shows House likes to watch. Strangely, House makes no effort to needle him into trying to talk, and doesn't mock him, maybe House is enjoying the peace too.
#23 by
barefootpuddles (dislocation)
Wilson leaned back firmly against House chest, while House in turn wrapped his arms tightly around Wilson's frame.
With one quick movement on House's part, a searing pain stabbed through Wilson arm, and then his shoulder slipped nearly back into its socket.
Wilson would never admit it out loud, but he thought it was a worthwhile trade.
#24 by
writerdot (Wilson nearly drowns)
The first thing Wilson's aware of is the sound of his own racking coughs while water is expelled forcefully out of his mouth.
The second thing he's aware of is arms wrapped around his shoulders as someone, and he knows exactly who it is, pulls him up off of the ground.
He wants to say House's name, console him, tell him he's okay, but instead he stays quiet and listens to House call him a stupid asshole in his ear.
#25 by
sydpenguinbunny (hypothermia)
House doesn't know how long Wilson has been in the freezing water, couldn't reason when he pulls him out and lays him down with all gentleness and frantic tremors of panic. "I'm cold," Wilson gasps out, and House swallows, terrified that he knows how this story ends. He can only open his mouth, only say the words he knows are the next line: "Stay with me."
#26 by
menolly_au (Unjustly arrested by Tritter)
He's roughly spun around and slammed against the hood of the car, handcuffs encircle his wrists, biting into the flesh. Tritter pushes him down, runs his hands up and down Wilson's legs, then his body, patting him down. He's hauled up and turned around, to see Tritter grinning at him, "I couldn't get your asshole boyfriend," he says, his breath hot in Wilson's face, "but I've got you."
Your submissions the Three Sentence Story Challenge were absolutely amazing. You did an awesome job of saying so much in so few words.
And to make sure none of that awesomeness gets overlooked in the comments section, we've listed all of them here. The prompts that inspired these mini-stories are listed in parentheses.
Thank you
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Submissions
#01 by
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Blood trickles down from the wound on his forehead. House wipes it away, his fingers warm against Wilson's skin. "Next time someone wants to hit me, let them," he mutters.
#02 by
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Wilson had always thought he was a good cook, and fortunately so did most of his friends. Rachel, having once tasted Wilson's raisin and oat cookies, demanded he help her bake some.
Cuddy later (as Wilson was puking) warned him about letting four year olds put whatever they like in the dough, helpfully reminding him that House's mocking and jeers were going to last longer than the food poison.
#03 by
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Wilson allowed House to apply the soothing balm to the friction burns between his ass cheeks. He glowered at his best friend when House made cracks about his injury. In frustration Wilson told him, "Yeah, yeah, well the next time you want to watch pole dancing you can limp your ass over to a strip club!"
#04 by
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"You must be a very good violinist"
"You can tell that from a blood blister on my finger?"
"No, I can tell that from the articles I've read about you, well, also from the Stradivarius by your feet, and lastly, yes, from the location of the blood blister."
#05 by
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"It was just a blood blister on my foot from running, it popped, this shouldn't be happening."
"I'm sorry, Dr Wilson, the infection has spread too much, gangrene has set in. We need to amputate your foot, leave it too long and it will be the whole leg."
#06 by
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"You were meant to put lotion over my WHOLE back, not just use it to write your name!"
"Your fault for falling alseep in the sun and getting burnt in the first place. But think of it this way, now you have name-brand sunburn, not just crappy generic sunburn."
#07 by
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"Tell me again, just how big is Mrs. Donovan's Mitzi?"
"Shut up House - ouch!"
"Only you would need stitches for a bite from the Pomeranian next door."
#08 by
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Wilson groaned as he threw off the bed covers off his fever-wracked body. His head seemed to be pounding in rhythm with Sara's purring. "This is all your fault", he grumbled as she settled in her favourite sleeping position on his chest.
#09 by
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Wilson looked at his swollen face in the bathroom mirror and sighed, mumps, how could he be that unlucky? He jumped as he heard a yell coming from the bedroom. "Wilson! What the hell have you done to me???"
#10 by
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Wilson sat still as House applied a patch over his right eye. The worst thing was now he'd have to put with House's pirate jokes for the next week. He glanced down at House's cane and smiled, oh well - at least they could be pirates together.
#11 by
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"I thought fire ants were called that because of the color they are," Wilson said glumly, lying on his stomach on the air mattress in their tent, "not because their bites feel like I'm roasting over a campfire!"
House smirked and replied,"Aww, Jimmy's tushy has an ouwie--I told you not to sit on that rotted-out log."
"Shut up and keep rubbing in that salve!" Wilson ordered irritably, and sighed.
#12 by
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Wilson can't move, can't talk, can't react, but he can hear, see and feel. More than anything, he just wishes he could let House know that he's trapped in his own mind, and wants to get out. He wants House to stop worrying, because he can see, hear, and feel that House has never left his side.
#13 by
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"See, this is why I asked you to clean the lube up right away, rather than just letting it sit on the floor all night."
"How long is your ass going to be out of commission?"
"At least eight weeks - I suggest you renew your acquaintance with your right hand."
#14 by
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"How's your ass?"
Wilson glares at House, who looks entirely too cheerful, and responds, "It's my tailbone and it would be much better if you hadn't 'accidentally' spilled that bucket of water right in front of your doorway as I was walking in, which begs the question...why did you have that in your office anyway?"
House is about to open his mouth but Wilson reconsiders and says, "You know, I don't want to know."
#15 by
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"Could you please stop leaving your cane lying around? This is my fourth foot injury this month," Wilson whines as House wraps the ace bandage.
"Then how else can I make sure you don't run away?"
#16 by
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House looks down at where Wilson is sprawled on the ground. "Get up and this time, hold on tight like I told you." Wilson gets gingerly to his feet and settles behind House, wrapping his arms around his waist, if it's this hard to stay on while the motorcycle is parked how hard will it be when House starts the engine?
#17 by
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"Not one word about this," House mutters as he sits up in bed and pulls Wilson close. Wilson shuts his eyes and buries his sweat-soaked face in House's neck, too busy trying to calm his breathing to answer. House doesn't say anything else and Wilson hides a small smile when he feels a light, barely-there kiss being pressed to his temple.
#18 by
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House is driving the car straight towards him, he leaps out of the way, hurting his wrist, and watches as it smashes into Cuddy's house. He wakes up with a start, heart pounding, soaked in sweat and trembling. House stirs next to him and mutters in his sleep, Wilson relaxes, it was just a nightmare after all.
#19 by
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For one moment each day, he thinks it's a dream. Then he rises and sees the evidence of his missing parts. His life has become a nightmare.
#20 by
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Partially due to the pain streaking up his calf, but mostly to avoid House's gaze, Wilson hunched over as he massaged his scarred lower leg. "I know, House. Don't lecture me."
He slowly released his breath as he grasped the vial of pills that landed with a soft thump on the cushion beside him, feeling rather than hearing the front door rattling shut.
#21 by
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Two years after his bout with meningitis, Wilson thinks back on the time that he lay in a hospital bed, fevered and delusional, House sitting by his side. Recalling a foggy memory, he strains to replay in his mind the weird movements House was making at his bedside.
Now that he is fluent in sign language, he smiles.
#22 by
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Wilson finds it strangely peaceful when he can't talk. He can't lecture, he can't advise or cajole, he just sits quietly with his friend, enjoying the wide variety of TV shows House likes to watch. Strangely, House makes no effort to needle him into trying to talk, and doesn't mock him, maybe House is enjoying the peace too.
#23 by
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Wilson leaned back firmly against House chest, while House in turn wrapped his arms tightly around Wilson's frame.
With one quick movement on House's part, a searing pain stabbed through Wilson arm, and then his shoulder slipped nearly back into its socket.
Wilson would never admit it out loud, but he thought it was a worthwhile trade.
#24 by
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The first thing Wilson's aware of is the sound of his own racking coughs while water is expelled forcefully out of his mouth.
The second thing he's aware of is arms wrapped around his shoulders as someone, and he knows exactly who it is, pulls him up off of the ground.
He wants to say House's name, console him, tell him he's okay, but instead he stays quiet and listens to House call him a stupid asshole in his ear.
#25 by
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House doesn't know how long Wilson has been in the freezing water, couldn't reason when he pulls him out and lays him down with all gentleness and frantic tremors of panic. "I'm cold," Wilson gasps out, and House swallows, terrified that he knows how this story ends. He can only open his mouth, only say the words he knows are the next line: "Stay with me."
#26 by
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He's roughly spun around and slammed against the hood of the car, handcuffs encircle his wrists, biting into the flesh. Tritter pushes him down, runs his hands up and down Wilson's legs, then his body, patting him down. He's hauled up and turned around, to see Tritter grinning at him, "I couldn't get your asshole boyfriend," he says, his breath hot in Wilson's face, "but I've got you."
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I couldn't edit it in the original once I noticed it. Thanks!
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