The Hero

It was when the hero succumbed to the maenads’ seduction, when Bacchus appeared as the intoxicated child, wearing a tiara of vine leaves; a wine goblet in his hands, pouring the nectar down his throat, aggravating his thirst, as the fluid dripped out simultaneously.

“Uhhh..uhhhppp…” His hiccup resounded across the seven seas. “Come… join me… I have always got a space left beside me for the fools like you.”

The hero, who was still lost in the beehive hair of the maenads, nodded and joined Bacchus.

And this is how the gods took the soul of the last half-man.


* A 99 word story for Trifecta. The word of my choice for the challenge is Bacchus.

Oil Painting by Guido Reni, titled Drinking Bacchus.


Greece: A 100 Word Story

“I wish I could visit Greece. I am fascinated by the mythology. I would love to walk through those amphitheaters, pavilions and temples. I know much of it is in ruins now… still…,” he spoke to his friend.

“But of course you can get the experience anytime,” she replied.

“Oh! Where will I get the funds for such an exciting endeavor?”

“Not necessary… just come along with me.” She took his hand and walked him to the computer table.

“Are you buying me a vacation?” he asked, excitedly, but soon his expression turned sour as she opened up Google images.


* For Friday Fictineers.

Lonesome Night

It was a lonesome night when he entered the pub, leaning on his walking stick. The lights were dim and he could see that it was all empty. The floor shone as if it was just laid that morning and all the rickety tables were clean. He trotted his way towards the individual stools.

Sitting down, he saw a woman appear out of thin air. She had wholesome breasts and that was the first thing he noticed. With a deep cleavage where she could grow flowers if need be, she stopped by his stool, battling her jet-black eyelashes.

“What would you like to have?” Her voice was the mating call of the tigress and distracted him from his careful contemplation of her bosoms.

“Uh… Uh huh! I would like… anything you give me.” He failingly tried to flirt but it had all come out to be quite silly.

He looked at her face as a seductive smile played on her luscious lips. He took her whole persona capturing every single bit of her from top to bottom in a matter of few seconds, while she stood still with that astonishing smile.

He gasped as she started to remove the straps of her burgundy gown. Taking in every moment of her fingers as they glided across her body, he could feel the heat in his crotch.

It took her but a minute to get out of her rumpled dress. She was naked for him to take but before he could speak anything, she went to the bar and made a concoction for him. He waited eagerly rubbing his testicles and soon, she returned with his drink.

“What is it, darling?” he asked hurriedly.

“Zombie- mixture of this and that,” she revealed.

He eagerly finished the drink in one gulp and he was out before even a single thought could cross his mind.

“One must not go out alone on Halloween,” said the naked woman as she disappeared along with the dead body.


* For Trifecta: Week Ninety-Eight.

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Mistress: A 100 Word Story

“I want you to decide. I can’t wait any longer,” she declared.

“It is not an easy decision to make,” he replied, while fiddling with his car keys, which was suggestive of the fact that he wanted an escape from this conversation.

“But you have to choose… it is your wife or me. I am not going to be your mistress any longer.”

“But you are not my mistress. You are my lover,” he took her hands into his. “I think I know what I want.”

She waited.

“What do you think about polygamy?”

She was too stunned to react.