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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Grant pulled his black leather jacket tighter around him. Not real leather, of course, but not like one could tell the difference anymore. He leaned against the brown tiles and waited. The beaten black New York Yankee ballcap was kept high enough for his eyes to roam the platforms. Emblazoned in large black letters carved out in the tile above …
