Hold on to your hats, folks. It’s about to get creative up in this blog.
Parental Advisory: The following story is rated approximately PG-13.
Similar to what happened with KimchiSama and the One-Liner Challenge, I decided that I wanted to take part in this exercise, and wasn’t sure if I’d be nominated sooooo I’m just gonna swipe it from somebody. Rylee of Hermit Odysseus left her invite open. I could technically use that, but I first decided I wanted to try this a few days ago after reading a post by BiblioNyan.
I don’t really read or write a whole lot, but this blogging thing is starting to change that. I’ve been emboldened by my successful completion of the T.A.P. Tag, and I want in on this action, too.
- You pick your first word, your setting, and your story genre from the list below. As individuals, your brand of creativity is unique to yours, so we want to highlight that by letting you choose from a bunch of words and creating something beautiful out of it.
- The short story will have a limit of 1000 words. You do not need to write a story with 1000 words exactly. It could be 300, or 500 as long as it doesn’t surpass a thousand.
- YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS TO ANSWER THE TAG.
- You must tag three people to participate.
- Don’t forget to link back to Keiko (use her latest post for now) so she can collect all the stories. You can’t just link back to her WordPress, since she won’t be alerted of the pingback. You need to link back to a post or a page, because WordPress works like this.
- Use the Create-A-Story picture in the post.
- Copy and paste the rules in your tag post as well, so others can be clued in to the Create-A-Story rules.
I will be selecting Fire, Mountain, and Romance. So here it is:
A Fire Mountain Romance
She took a swig from her water bottle and wiped the sweat from her brow. I watched the drops of moisture sail through the air then disappear almost as soon as they hit the ground.
“God, it’s hot!” she exclaimed.
I nodded in agreement. Fire Mountain gets its name not only from the surrounding forests of sourwood and maple that burn red this time of year, but also because it’s fucking hot here. She mentioned that only after she convinced me to join her on this god-forsaken trip, of course.
We’ve gone on adventures together since we were kids. Back then, though, it was hikes up the slide at the playground in mid-Michigan—not up the side of a mountain under the scorching Nevada sun.
“Looks like there’s a clearing up there! Should be able to set up camp!” a voice cried out from ahead of us.
“Come on, slowpoke. If you hurry, we can make it before sunset.” she said playfully, giving a faint smile before she scampered ahead.
I took a deep breath and soldiered on down the narrow dirt path.
The sweat had turned her red tank top at least one shade darker than it should have been. It had begun to roll up as she climbed over the various roots and rocks in front of us, revealing the small of her back. I felt guilty for being distracted by it, but that didn’t stop me from staring while I haphazardly stumbled forward.
The sun was already setting by the time we made it to the clearing, and the third member of our group had already started pitching the tents. He glanced in my direction. “See if you can make yourself useful by starting a fire in that pit over there.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help him.” she chimed in.
We walked over to a makeshift campsite constructed by hikers past. The pit itself was a shallow hole encircled by a ring of small rocks. A stump served as a chair, and an overturned log functioned as a bench.
She collected a pile of sticks and brush from a fallen tree nearby, then kneeled down in front of me, dropped her materials, and looked up.
“Watch and learn.” she said with another confident smile. Using both hands, she methodically stroked a smooth stick back and forth along a groove she’d cut into a larger branch. It ignited after a few minutes of hard friction.
She sat down on the stump, marveling at her work. The other guy and I ended up on the bench shortly thereafter. The three of us chatted for a while before he stood up. He stretched his arms out over his head and casually announced that he was heading off to bed.
Finally… Just the two of us. It was pitch black all around, but within the light of our fire pit sanctuary I could see her joyfully chewing on a roasted marshmallow.
“You look pretty tired, too.” she observed with mouth still half-full. It was true. I was nodding off, but I desperately wanted to continue conversing with her under the night sky like we did years ago camping in her parent’s backyard. “I’m serious. This mountain’ll burn ya if you don’t take care of yourself.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I replied trying to sound as tough and aloof as possible. Despite my best efforts, I still felt myself nod off for a second or two.
I drift back to consciousness. That was embarrassing. I hope she didn’t notice.
Maybe I nodded off for a little longer than I thought, because I definitely don’t recall her situating herself on the log next to me.
Startled by the sudden change in circumstance, I fumble out a “Hey.”
“I said you’ll burn out if you don’t take care of yourself.”
She inches closer and rests her hand on my leg. My heart begins to beat harder than I thought humanly possible.
“Maybe I can help.”
She bites her lip.
My mind and heart commence racing each other into ecstasy; my mouth struggles to keep up. “I—the—umm.” I blurt out.
“Shh.” she interrupts, placing her finger on my lips and swinging her leg over to straddle me. Her speech takes on a more deliberate pattern. “Would you like to know a secret?”
“I know you like me. I like you too. I always have.”
Our lips touch, then our tongues. I hold onto her hips and she starts grinding against me. A bulge begins to broaden underneath the thin cotton barrier of my cargo shorts. I run my hand up along her side, grab hold of her hair and tilt her head back. We’ve never touched like this before, but it still feels flawless. I lightly kiss my way from her cheek down her neck to the collarbone, then to her chest.
I lick my lips.
She guides me over to the tent. We don’t even zip the door shut before I strip her of her clothing and she frees me from mine.
We make love.
The fire is fading, but its gentle orange glow gifts me a view of her gazing deeply into my eyes.
“We’ll go on more adventures like this together, right?” she asks softly.
“Yeah, forever.” I whisper back.
We turn over onto our sides. She nestles comfortably into the curvature of my body, and we fade off to sleep.
I awoke to the sound of nearby shuffling. Something felt strange, though. It was not yet morning, and I was still sitting on the log bench. The fire was fading. It began to smolder in the darkness.
“Good night.” she spoke as she turned and started for the other tent—her boyfriend’s tent.
I reluctantly came the realization that everything I just experienced occurred only in my head.
It was quiet. I looked up to the light of a thousand dying stars.
She was right about Fire Mountain.
I could feel myself burning.
As a non-reader/writer, I thought 1000 words would be a lot to work with; it wasn’t. Much like Luminous Mongoose, I had cut a lot of content. That said, I do plan on releasing an extended/unrated Author’s edition sometime in the future.
I also toyed around with the idea of drafting an alternate yaoi version of Fire Mountain Romance, but ran out of time. I may revisit that again the future just for kicks.
I’m not sure if there’s actually a Fire Mountain in Nevada.
You may have noticed that the story shifts from past to present tense during the dream sequence. That was deliberate. Sudden change in tense and tone were your clues that something was off about that scene. Did it work? Did you even notice? Would it have been better to keep the same tense throughout? Let me know what you thought.
As per usual, I suck at remembering who has done what tag already, and feel like I’ve already tagged multiple people in this. I’m going to leave it as is for now. If you want to take part, feel free to also crash the C-A-S party with me. Just link back here.