Wicked Wednesday

Author's note: This is part 12 of 13 from Whore's Voyage. Although this has been rewritten three times over since, this was the first part of the series I actually wrote before writing backwards from this. In the tradition of works such as Harry Potter...I then separated it into two parts (this one and XIII next week). One minor issue...if I may...is that this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "safe sex". I considered throwing a Trojan Horse into the mix, but... The sleepy town of Unaoss sat at the foot of the mountain Lofot. It nestled into a flat treed area just before the land vanished into the sea. Four hundred souls lived in this town normally. This night, however, only one mortal soul remained as he fought his way along side a [Read more...]

Author's note: Part IX of Whore's Voyage. We have skipped a bit of unimportant stuff, but allow me to fill in upon where we are. Alrik is driving a carriage that was provided by their new Celt companions that ride their own horses as outriders. The carriage, itself, carries Dennis and Koke. However, this is not really where we are beginning... The sign was a week old and announced the building as "The King Edward". A mix of grey and red bricks had been used in construction of the hotel. The lobby was white walls with arched stucco ceilings from which chandeliers dangled lighting the way. In fourth floor room, Koke sat back on the sofa and lifted the wine chalice to her lips. Her brown eyes watched through the large window. The room [Read more...]

Author's note: this is part seven of Whore's Voyage. Due to this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt being a bit obscure for this series...I was going to ignore the prompt. After a severe rewrite, however, this series needed some humour anyway. Thus the point of view of where this story was originally written from has changed, just a bit. The prompt was to write from the perspective of a glass on the table's edge...well, not sure Viking houses had many glasses, so how about a goblet?...with attitude? The goblet sat on the table. Stoic. Godlike. It watched, as it always did. As happened most evenings, Antone had come into the chamber and poured wine into the goblet. He had then grasped it in his gloved hand and, in turn, poured the [Read more...]

"Grawth!" Alrik screamed. His sword was brandished out in front of his naked body. Koke, to his right, was unsure of the situation. Dennis had vanished and somehow the mortal Viking had sensed the coming Celts before she had. "Alrik? That's you?" The voice came from behind the dark veil of trees. "I knew it would be you, you bastard!" A large shadow stepped from the trees. A man taller and more muscled even than Alrik took two paces forward and stopped. His bald head picked up the orange from the firelight and featured a scar from mid scalp right down to the leather patch covering his left eye. His frowning face looked from Koke to Alrik. "You fucker, why the hell..." Koke tensed for the attack. "...did it take you so long [Read more...]