Michael Boquet

“IUSTITIA NIX” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #77

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Kid Quarterstaff asked."Well, I'm trying to decrypt the directions from a secure message, using only a pencil and paper, and writing on the dashboard of tricked out RV. I'm good at math, but these are not the best conditions for trigonometric decoding," Miller's Son said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "So, no. I'm not sure if we're going the right way.""Why don't you just use the car-phone and call them?" Will Stoutly asked."It's a secret safe house in the middle of nowhere. No phone...

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“Looking for Legends” by Michael Boquet

On a chilly winter night, Cassie looked out the window and watched the snow gently fall. Thanks to rigorous acclimation and survival training, Cassie had gotten used to the extreme cold, but she had yet to get used to the sight of snow. She grew up in Kanto where the climate was moderate, the winters too wet and mild for snow. She'd lived in Sinnoh for three years, but the snowfall never failed to take her breath away. She was always amazed by the way it covered every surface, reflecting moonlight upward and lightening the night sky. Solid i...

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“Ogden, Illinois. Session #6” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #76

GM:   The place is Ogden, Illinois. A fictionalized version of Quincy. The year is 1911. The game system is Savage Worlds. This is game session #6 and I'm your Game Master Brennan. Anyone want to do a quick re-cap?MB:    I'm playing Cassander, photographer for Ogden’s newspaper, The Beat. I'm a little bit psychic, able to read minds with mixed success and prone to receiving visions. I moved to Ogden from Chicago after accidentally killing my fiancée Francesca. My camera seems to be a conduit for supernatura...

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“Route 5” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #75

A deserted highway. A young girl, no older than seven. The girl is pale, too pale. So pale that she stands out against the surrounding shadows. Not glowing exactly, but sharply contrasted against the blackness and mixed green foliage behind where she kneels in the dirt. The girl begins to weep. The tears run down her face, but never reach the ground. They drop from her chin and disappear. Her sorrow and despair permeate the night air, bouncing off the tree trunks and faceless blacktop. The starless sky above the only audience to her sobs. ...

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“The Ten Great Feats of Traylor the Tenacious” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #74

The celebration had been going on for hours and the sounds of the feast could be heard from miles around. The clink of goblets and cutlery. Raucous and merry laughter. The lovely chords and bright chorus of minstrels. The high-pitched voices of the fairies mixed with the gruff voices of men, both of which contrasted with the tenor of the windhawks' songs and excited screeches. Starlight filtered through the open roof of the feast hall, signaling that it was time for the night's main event.The symphony of merriment began to die down as the Sa...

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“Samantha's Suitors” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #73

On the outside, Samantha didn't look like the type of girl who would date multiple guys at once. Let alone someone who would be juggling five relationships at the same time. Each of the five guys was in love with her. Each had a quality she had sought out. Each one possessed a little something that she needed. On this night, Samantha knew that each of her boyfriends were planning to declare their love. She had long ago decided which one she'd choose. Now all she had to do was sever ties with the other four... Samantha's relationship with e...

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“So Well Beloved of Caesar” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #72

I don't know what it meant, that summer with Evan. I don't know what it says about who I was or who I am now. That summer was the first time I'd felt that strongly about another person since getting my heart broken. The first time in months I'd opened myself up, allowed myself to be vulnerable. That summer with Evan was as intense as it was perplexing. As raw as it was confusing. I need to process these feelings, tell someone about my last relationship, before I embark any further into my new one.My last relationship, like so many experience...

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“Jadivolett and the Egg Thief” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #71

It was two days before the Festival of Winter Winds as Jadivolett and Tiego broke camp. The annual festival marked the change in seasons from autumn to winter and was held to honor Olentar the Wind God. The first rays from Ottbof the Sun God crested over the horizon, burning away the morning chill as Tiego packed up the last of their belongings. Jadivolett knelt, the Sun God at her back, and held her holy symbol between her hands. Turning her emerald green eyes to the northwest, she prayed to Olentar. When she was finished, Tiego handed Jadi...

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“Upon the Power of the Moon” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #65

It was unseasonably hot for the end of October. Taylor was only halfway to school and already covered in sweat, but he refused to take off his heavy coat. The stub on his right hand, where his index finger used to be, began to itch. Taylor shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to ignore the itching. In his mind he saw a flash of Renee gnawing on the severed digit, grinding her jaw back and forth with the finger between her teeth. She spat the finger out into her hand and gave Taylor her signature smile, as sexy as it was sinister. Tayl...

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“IUSTITIA CUCURBITA” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #63

There was still an hour before Daniel's Café opened for business and already there was a line around the block. The café was one of the oldest businesses in Columnvae and was beloved by all. Eating at Daniel's was one of the ten things a person was supposed to do before they graduated from the local university. Old timers who barely went anywhere would gladly wait for a table just to eat at the café. The café only served breakfast and lunch, and in the evenings the owner volunteered at a local soup kitchen. The citizens of Columnvae had give...

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“The Tale of Crone and Crow” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #63

Pakshi was cursed with boldness long before the crone placed on actual curse on her. She had never been afraid to speak her mind, never hesitating to say whatever thought popped into her head. Lucky for her, she was clever, and the things she said always came off as humorous to someone. Pakshi had long felt that her quick wit and sharp tongue were the only reasons the other girls liked her.Pakshi was one of princess Chitho's attendants. All the princess’ attendants were the youngest daughters of lesser lords and minor nobles. By serving the ...

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“Sain and the Tower of Pijarr” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #62

Sain readied himself for battle as he neared the tower of Pijarr God of Glaciers. Miles beneath the southern polar ice cap and inside the gullet of a whale, Sain knew this was his chance to become a legend. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, focusing his mind. When he opened his eyes, he was calm and prepared for the task ahead of him. Yet, as it always did before a battle or quest, the prophecy returned to Sain's mind. Sain tried his best to dismiss these thoughts. Candra the Moon Goddess may have possessed the gift of prophe...

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“Manal and the Marigold Knight” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #61

Time slowed to a crawl as Manal and Mala lay prone behind a cluster of large rocks. Manal and Mala lay motionless, waiting for the group of mercenaries to leave. The pair had been evading roving squads of mercenaries for three days, ever since crossing into the country of Zof. This had proven difficult, as Zof's terrain was not conducive to hiding. Like all the world's countries, Zof was a dry and arid land. Its landscape consisted of long flat expanses of stone and hard packed soil that descended into shallow gullies filled with sand. As...

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“IUSTITIA DISCORDIAE” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #59

As the town car pulled up to the rectory apartments of the St. Hoston Cathedral, Silver Staff couldn't help but smile and give a silent thanks to the Lord. Silver Staff was on cloud nine as the town car parked at the curb. After years of training and fighting injustice, he had finally become a state-sponsored hero and had been tasked with protecting the city of Port Honorius. He'd recently married the love of his life, Charlotte, and he was excited to start their lives together. The Church had given them an entire suite in the rectory to cal...

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“Jadivolett and the Shining City” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #59

The Xulch Desert's sands had given way to barren earth five days ago and the next stone marker still seemed to be hours away. The rays of Ottbof the Sun God bore down ceaselessly as Jadivolett and Tiego trudged across the Ermo Wastes. They sought a city hidden somewhere within the wasteland. The only way to find the city was to follow the markers, large pinnacles of stone that rose from the arid landscape. Yet, Jadivolett felt that they had been traveling in circles. One marker seemed to lead to another that lead back to the first. It w...

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