Bareback in the Moonlight
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charisstomaTitle: Bareback in the Moonlight
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original
Prompt pairing: 10. Unicorn 14. Bareback
Rating: G
Pairing: slash (barely)
Word count: 379
Warning: death
Summary: Don’t ride drunk.
Sex Ed. Class had been a laughable waste of time, he’d thought while still in school but that was back in the times where syphilis, gonorrhea, and getting someone pregnant had been the big health risks. It was years later before he’d heard the term ‘bareback’ used when talking about sex, as in having it. Now of course the use of condoms was a stressed caution again, protection against something that couldn‘t be cured with a few pills or a wedding ring.
Well he’d never have to worry about a wedding ring since he’d not so inclined and he made sure that the guys he went out with had no aspirations in that direction either. No bonding for him. Freedom was his creed.
He had no idea how he ended up going for a bareback ride in the warm mid-summer moonlight. It might have been the drinks he’d had out at the country bar far away from his normal haunts in the city. And it may have had something to do with the keys of his car being taken from him by the well meaning people at the bar. Next think he knew he was pulling himself up onto a horse after climbing atop the silvery split rail fence. He remembered the shining gleam of the wood against the dark brooding of the forest beyond and steadying himself on one slender ridged sapling that was close to the front end of the horse. Almost he’d thought that it was part of the horse but that couldn’t be right now could it.
He’d made a note to laugh about that later because there was no way he was a virgin going out for a moon lit ride on a unicorn. Besides they were the stuff of fairy tales. Yes, he was a fairy but not the winged kind, more the fucking other guys kind. But the moonlight was a thing of quiet magnificence and the only sound that of the unicorn’s hooves and his own joyous laughter. When he fell from the thing’s back to lay numb on the ground he watched in the light as the head bowed toward him and felt the thrust of the horn into his heart. Riding bareback had been a health risk after all.
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This is becoming obsessive and still it's dark. *sighs*
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original
Prompt pairing: 10. Unicorn 14. Bareback
Rating: G
Pairing: slash (barely)
Word count: 379
Warning: death
Summary: Don’t ride drunk.
Sex Ed. Class had been a laughable waste of time, he’d thought while still in school but that was back in the times where syphilis, gonorrhea, and getting someone pregnant had been the big health risks. It was years later before he’d heard the term ‘bareback’ used when talking about sex, as in having it. Now of course the use of condoms was a stressed caution again, protection against something that couldn‘t be cured with a few pills or a wedding ring.
Well he’d never have to worry about a wedding ring since he’d not so inclined and he made sure that the guys he went out with had no aspirations in that direction either. No bonding for him. Freedom was his creed.
He had no idea how he ended up going for a bareback ride in the warm mid-summer moonlight. It might have been the drinks he’d had out at the country bar far away from his normal haunts in the city. And it may have had something to do with the keys of his car being taken from him by the well meaning people at the bar. Next think he knew he was pulling himself up onto a horse after climbing atop the silvery split rail fence. He remembered the shining gleam of the wood against the dark brooding of the forest beyond and steadying himself on one slender ridged sapling that was close to the front end of the horse. Almost he’d thought that it was part of the horse but that couldn’t be right now could it.
He’d made a note to laugh about that later because there was no way he was a virgin going out for a moon lit ride on a unicorn. Besides they were the stuff of fairy tales. Yes, he was a fairy but not the winged kind, more the fucking other guys kind. But the moonlight was a thing of quiet magnificence and the only sound that of the unicorn’s hooves and his own joyous laughter. When he fell from the thing’s back to lay numb on the ground he watched in the light as the head bowed toward him and felt the thrust of the horn into his heart. Riding bareback had been a health risk after all.
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This is becoming obsessive and still it's dark. *sighs*
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Date: 2010-08-04 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-04 03:38 pm (UTC)It's a terrible thing to be obsessive like this. Feel like I have to write before the words run out.
*snickers* Remember the 'who do you write like' meme. Lovecraft and King were mine. Self fulfilling?
*goes back to planning where to put my inner lighting fixtures*
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Date: 2010-08-04 04:34 pm (UTC)You do write dark well.
Also in only 375 words you manage to tell a far longer more involved story.
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Date: 2010-08-04 04:48 pm (UTC)Thank you!
I have a very hazy sense of where a story is going while writing it. I'm just choosing/putting the words down and something under the surface does the work.. guess maybe that's why people call it a muse.
You stroke the writer's ego well. Thank you for the strokes.
You going to enter this fray over at Kinky_fantasy?
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Date: 2010-08-04 05:37 pm (UTC)Or maybe finish some of my ongoing stuff....*sigh*
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Date: 2010-08-07 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-07 01:11 pm (UTC)You are suppose to be marveling that "I" am being so productive of the written word in drabble format in response to prompts. I'm feeling that you're missing the point here.
CHIP.. I'm WRITING...... well writing something.