Canoe Challenge
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ds_flashfictionActually, this could fit a couple of the other previous challenges too. I'm going to give it a really sappy title and call it
On Golden Pond
The summer I was sixteen, we were in Yellowknife and had been since the fall. My grandparents were still busy bringing order and the Dewey decimal system to the library there. Culling the older and duplicate books out for their own small lending library for when we moved on. In the meantime, we hadn't moved. We were still in one place. A place where I learned much about myself.
School was out, and every day once my chores were done and my grandparents safely on their way to town and their work, I'd walk the kilometer and a half to the Smithbauer farm. My friend, Mark, was seventeen going on twenty-five, it seemed to me, that summer. I'd help him finish his chores then he'd get out his old, and rather leaky, we discovered, canoe. We took the canoe to the pond behind their barn. The same pond where we had spent so many hours playing hockey during the winter months. We'd row the canoe to the far side of the pond where the cattails grew tall.
It was in that canoe that Mark first kissed me, and I kissed him back. We fumbled our way through many encounters. Becoming bolder as the summer drew to an end, Mark led and I followed his lead without question. I learned how to take his penis in my mouth all the way to the root without gagging. I learned to crave the taste of it filling my mouth. I knew it would all come to an end too soon and took as much as I could. Mark was going to university in the fall.
The last day we had together, we left the confines of the canoe. Mark drew me to lie with him in the tall grass on the far bank. The sun was warm on my bare skin as he undressed me. His hands shook as he touched me. His eyes pleaded for permission to take a bigger liberty than he'd ever done before. I nodded without hesitation and rolled to my stomach. It hurt, of course, as these things must. I memorized everything about that day used the memories to warm myself for years.
Now for a fleeting moment, Mark is here. Here in Chicago - here in my bed. I take the opportunity store away more memories to use against the cold.
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On Golden Pond
The summer I was sixteen, we were in Yellowknife and had been since the fall. My grandparents were still busy bringing order and the Dewey decimal system to the library there. Culling the older and duplicate books out for their own small lending library for when we moved on. In the meantime, we hadn't moved. We were still in one place. A place where I learned much about myself.
School was out, and every day once my chores were done and my grandparents safely on their way to town and their work, I'd walk the kilometer and a half to the Smithbauer farm. My friend, Mark, was seventeen going on twenty-five, it seemed to me, that summer. I'd help him finish his chores then he'd get out his old, and rather leaky, we discovered, canoe. We took the canoe to the pond behind their barn. The same pond where we had spent so many hours playing hockey during the winter months. We'd row the canoe to the far side of the pond where the cattails grew tall.
It was in that canoe that Mark first kissed me, and I kissed him back. We fumbled our way through many encounters. Becoming bolder as the summer drew to an end, Mark led and I followed his lead without question. I learned how to take his penis in my mouth all the way to the root without gagging. I learned to crave the taste of it filling my mouth. I knew it would all come to an end too soon and took as much as I could. Mark was going to university in the fall.
The last day we had together, we left the confines of the canoe. Mark drew me to lie with him in the tall grass on the far bank. The sun was warm on my bare skin as he undressed me. His hands shook as he touched me. His eyes pleaded for permission to take a bigger liberty than he'd ever done before. I nodded without hesitation and rolled to my stomach. It hurt, of course, as these things must. I memorized everything about that day used the memories to warm myself for years.
Now for a fleeting moment, Mark is here. Here in Chicago - here in my bed. I take the opportunity store away more memories to use against the cold.
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Date: 2003-07-12 06:43 pm (UTC)SNIFF!
HONK!
Look, just don't get my sinuses all riled up again, willya? *g*
I have a question--I think everyone must know this but me--was Mark Smithbauer a canon character? If not, who created him?
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Date: 2003-07-12 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-12 07:03 pm (UTC)Well, *&#@ I guess I should have watched the episode before I posted this, huh? Guess we'll have to label it an AU. I didn't remember them saying Inuvik.
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Date: 2003-07-13 07:32 am (UTC)At any rate, that little slip is trivial compared to how good your story was. I really felt that you captured Fraser's voice. He does tend to get rather maudlin sometimes.
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Date: 2003-07-13 10:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-12 07:05 pm (UTC)HONK!
Look, just don't get my sinuses all riled up again, willya? *g*
Whoops! Sorry about that. ::g::
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Date: 2003-07-12 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-12 07:55 pm (UTC)It hurt, of course, as these things must must surely be about more than just physical pain.
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Date: 2003-07-13 04:32 am (UTC)Indeed. Thank you, Shay.
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Date: 2003-07-12 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 04:34 am (UTC)Awwww, back to you, thanks.
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Date: 2003-07-12 11:23 pm (UTC)Lovely, dear, just lovely!
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Date: 2003-07-13 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 04:38 am (UTC)Thank you, Jodie. ::g::
Thanks
Date: 2003-07-13 08:36 am (UTC)Actually The Blue Line is one of my favorites.
So I really enjoy yours.
Do you have your site?
I'd like to read your another stories.
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Re: Thanks
Date: 2003-07-13 10:08 am (UTC)A Kite's Fanfic (http://www.geocities.com/a_kite_fic.html)
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Date: 2003-07-13 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 04:33 pm (UTC)So glad you liked it. Thanks for letting me know.
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Date: 2003-07-13 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-13 04:35 pm (UTC)Why, thank you, thank you very kindly. I'm so happy that you think so.
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