Javert Boudreau
Stories (4/0)
Development and Delay
The first piece I ever wrote to something resembling completion was a short superhero story I did back in middle school. It was the first of a lot of stories and characters in a large super hero universe that I wound up scrapping due to how derivative and repetitive it was. This was one of the more original stories, a simple short about a telekinetic superhero tracking down his arch nemesis who could throw and manipulate fireballs. It ended with a showdown at a shipyard with the hero trapping the villain in a shipping container. It was simple, direct, and focused entirely on the epic battle rather than the headache inducing processes of worldbuilding and character development.
By Javert Boudreau10 months ago in Writers
Out of Isolation: Tales of the Wanderers
For three days I hunted, harassed, and slaughtered the band of men that had ransacked my home. While my brothers and sisters flew west to seek refuge in the high Vorminthian Mountains, I chased the red and silver banners South towards the empire of men. Visions of my wing mates being slaughtered or enslaved echoed through my mind as I tore through their armor and gutted their steeds. For three straight days I did not rest, and ate only what bits of man flesh and horse flesh passed through my gnashing jaws, and I made sure they had no time for rest either. I intended to wear them down. These vermin who had snuck into our nests and murdered my kin did not deserve mercy, nor the honor and glory of a proper battle. They would die weak and exhausted, too malnourished to make even a proper meal for the most desperate of scavenging beasts.
By Javert Boudreau2 years ago in Fiction
Out of Isolation
Chapter One: Thunder from the Peaks There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It had always been peaceful, quiet, undisturbed. The Vorminthian Mountains surrounding our village were the highest in these lands, and formed a barrier that not even the most spirited of birds could surpass. We were too distant to be politically or strategically useful, and too modest to be worth pillaging. We lived in true isolation, and that isolation afforded us peace that the cities and towns of the Moorisian Empire could never know.
By Javert Boudreau2 years ago in Fiction