Fiction.

I didn't expect my first post on here to be fiction, especially seeing as writing fiction usually makes me cringe a little. I don't know why, I think because it's so personal somehow. But anyway, I haven't written any in a while so excuse the poor standard.

She gazed up at that romantic sky above her, the perfect golden sunset that framed her world of perfect solitude. She was completely alone on the moor except for the sheep and cows that wandered free, swishing their tails to deter the evening flies. Her chestnut horse strolled obediently beneath her as she contemplated the contentment of her life at that exact moment. Nothing could bring her down when she was alone on the moors, not even the frantic bustle of college could affect her.

Horse and rider turned a corner to walk along the bottom of a hill. Carefully her horse picked its way between granite rocks that jutted out, half emerged from the rugged Cornish moorland grass as well as skillfully avoiding avoiding patches of wet bog which had sharp reeds sticking up warningly from the peat. She dropped her feet out of the stirrups, trusting her steeds calm temperament and swung her legs casually as she smiled at the setting sun. She knew that she was entirely and unquestionably happy only when she was on horseback. No other place in the world or moment in time could bring such complete relaxation and that almost overwhelming happiness that a hack out onto the moors on a perfect evening brings. It brings that kind of happiness that beams out through your smile and radiates from your eyes. The type of happiness that fills you up from head to toe and makes you dizzy with the wish that you never want to be anywhere else doing anything else.

I'd quite like to go horse riding.
Thanks for reading.