Wicked Wednesday

Major Tom

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Everett throttled back and his blues eyes searched the black in front for clues. "There's not a damned thing out here," he whispered into his headset. The stars that had been streaking past only a moment ago were now stationary in their distant nests. Directly in front was the red rock of Sexton City's twelfth moon. Truly, the little squirt was more an oversized asteroid than planetary body, but most just called it a moon as it hung out there. It was named Major Tom, after a four hundred year old folk song that Sexton City's founder was particularly fond of. "Have dropped out of light, but no communications." The headset squawked back at him, "That's not a good sign. It's bad enough they can jam our sensors from this far, but..." [Read more...]

The Gods of Sexton City

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Earth from Space by gnews pics

Author's note: This is part 4 of Sexton City. Almost all the players are now in place so that the story arc can begin, but this and one further vignette are left before we get to that point. Reginald George stood at the pulpit as the rumble of the faster-than-light engines ceased. This was a long way from Reggie's dingy apartment in Sexton City's Green Marsh section. His white robe hung to his knees where black pants and shoes took over. The only color he offered was a green scarf wrapped once around his neck. "Brothers and sisters, I suspect you know where we are. Before we set out eyes upon it, let us pray..." The group of two hundred students stood in black robes, each with their own clan scarves around their necks. One day, like [Read more...]

Cast Aside Ruins

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The Citadel by Shane Gorski

Author's Note:  This is part three of Sexton City. As for the characters, you've met Chopin before. The flogger struck leaving a trail of red claw marks on the brown skin behind it. Thunder roared its applause. Carter pulled the flogger back again in preparation of the next swing. The handle was held in his right hand while his left stroked Macy’s ass. Next the left pulled up to hold the flogger in the crook of his elbow to assist with torque. Green eyes blazed, mouth grinned and his massive white cock erected all with excitement. He studied the brown skin of the woman on the bench before him. “Colour?” “Are you kidding? Green, baby,” Macy cooed just loud enough to be heard over the rain pounding against the broken window. Her [Read more...]

Whore’s Voyage: Part 13 – A Viking’s Future

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Viking Ship "Lofotr" by Geir Are Johansen

Author's note: This is part 13 and the finale of Whore's Voyage. This part, combined with part 12, was written prior to the previous 11 and was intended as the ending. However, the story does not end here..the epilogue was written this past Thursday and evolves the story to continue as my new Wicked Wednesday exclusive series, Sexton City...this is part two of that series. If I may, part one of this new series is one I am particularly proud of. Alrik clung to the pillar of the church steeple. Glancing around, he confirmed that Koke, Kadlin and Dennis were all secure around their own pillars as well. The church was the tallest building in Unaoss. His cheeks burned from the radiating heat of lava flowing along the street below. It had [Read more...]

Sacrifice to the Volcano

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Volcano by Indrik myneur

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...]

Vampyric Hunger

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Lightning by Kevin Burkett

Author's note: This is chapter 10 of 13 for Whore's Voyage. Roman blood flowed as Koke's teeth ripped at the soldier's throat. Her hands gripped around his hand that held the sword impaled in her belly. His hand grew slack on his grip upon the sword. His brown eyes showed the shock that came with meeting an immortal. Koke had grabbed his sword hand and pulled the sword deeper until her teeth could sink in just as lightning flashed through the skies overhead. The town had been ablaze against the night sky as Koke and Dennis stepped from the carriage. With shacks built close together, a single lightning strike and all was ready to burn. Seeing Alrik and the Celts were already to arms, Dennis directed Koke off the road to be out [Read more...]

Roman Law

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Gas Mask by TreyBearArt14

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...]

Kadlin in Mists

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Copper Goblet by LeadIV

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...]