Friday, August 27, 2010

Friday Flash Fiction: Week 2

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday.

And here is the second prompt picture.

My story: Word Count 338

The Lottery

Years of submitting his name had finally paid off. Vanix had won the lottery. An honor any Ma’aThar male would be proud of.

After the ceremonial cleansing and bath, Vanix stepped into the Alliance Hall. He was met by Za’Ra, who handed him a cup and bade him drink deep. “To amplify your virility.”

As if any Ma’aThar male needed help with his virility. The Ma’aThar were known for their prowess, both in and out of bed. As well as a keen intellect and appealing outward appearance. That is why they were used for the Alliance. But Vanix did as instructed, and drank the tonic.

Vanix was left alone in the Alliance Hall and he gazed around at the closed doors - ten on the left and ten on the right. Each room contained a female. A female Vanix was to impregnate. The family of the females paid a high price for the services of the Ma’aThar - and Vanix was excited about his share in the profits.

The excitement of the next three days was tempered by the knowledge that once this task was accomplished - Vanix would have to leave Ma’aThar. No one had ever seen a Chosen after the Alliance, so Vanix had been sure to say his goodbye’s before he left.

The Alliance was everything Vanix had hoped for - and then some. Female, shower, female, shower. So on and so forth for three days and three nights. All of the females blended into one body - Vanix could not remember names, eye or hair color or any distinguishing feature at all.

At the end of the third night Vanix lay exhausted on the bed of the last female he had serviced. Za’Ra entered and bowed her head. “You have accomplished much Vanix, you should be proud. I have brought a tonic, drink.”

Vanix climbed from the bed and took the cup Za’Ra offered. He was exhausted, too tired to even eat - but he drank the tonic.

He was dead before his body hit the floor.

The End



lonewolf said...

Wow, that was good.

Amy C said...

What a deliciously twisted little tale, Michelle!

Awesome job :D

Dottie (Tink's Place) said...

Hi Michelle!

You're not going to believe this, but I used the name Vanic too, how odd is that!!

I loved your tale, excellent, dark and sexy, but with that edge of horror as Vanic lay dead after performing so well!! (sometimes you should be wary of receiving what you ask for....)

Dottie :)

Michelle Greathouse said...


Thank you. :) This is so much fun - if you get the chance, try it next week.


I couldn't resist ending it like that. I read it to my daughter and she said 'I didn't see that coming.'


I was so surprised when I read your story and we had the same name. I wonder if we've read it somewhere recently and it just stuck with us...LOL I'm looking forward to Monday's picture.

Have a great weekend everyone.


Blodeuedd said...

Wow, great tale Michelle!