Michael Boquet

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (34)

34 Stories

2503 karma pts

?

“Library Books and Reflection” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #91

I love that at the library anyone can find a book to suit their taste. It’s a place where people can privately explore secret interests or openly celebrate their favorite passions. For me, the library is a place of comfort, discovery, and sanctuary. Where I can be alone with my thoughts or tucked away in a corner with a Beloved book. This haven of books and the magic they hold will always be my home base.I have fond memories of visiting the library as a kid. Sitting between the shelves, reading comics with my friends. The joy of discovering ...

18 comments 18
Read story

“Reflection and Library Books” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #91

Just like A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, when you're a kid, boredom grows in the summer.. Parents at work all day, leaving their children to fend for themselves with no money to spend and nothing but time on their hands. It was during such a summer, many years ago, that I first fell in love with libraries.Not content to just sit in front of the television, my friends and I would bike down to the local library. The library opened mid-morning and closed at Twilight, which was perfect because we all needed to Get Home Before Dark anyway.Sam, James, ...

11 comments 11
Read story

“Palindrome” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #89

THIS...is the END...of the UNIVERSEEndless nothingnessUtter silenceComplete, all-encompassing blacknessEons pass. They are mere moments to the cosmosA dazzling flashAtoms vibrate in time to the rhythm of the universeMolecules form, linked by unbreakable bondsStars blaze, sending rays outward, illuminating the vacuumArranged together, the stars shine within their galaxies, forming the teeth in broken smilesInnumerable galaxies, each with their own precious planetary systemsYOU ARE HEREThe Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy within the Virgo Sup...

51 comments 51
Read story

“Haiku-dja Help Me?” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #88

Once upon a timeThere was a teller of talesWho lived all aloneHis home a towerBrightly lit and well-furnishedAnd chock full of booksThough given no nameHe thinks of himself as “Scribe”This name makes him smileThe Scribe is the sourceOf stories across the landBoth past and futureAll writers know himThough they may be unawareOf his influenceFrom him come ideasSent to writers old and newOn the wings of dreamsBent over his deskQuill in hand and ink nearbyThe Scribe weaves storiesThe stories we knowMyths, fables, classics, and moreCome straight f...

35 comments 35
Read story

“The Tale of Sly Hedrek” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #87

Bricriu, king of the Kernow Fae, stood by as the door to the cairn was opened. He was accompanied by his wife Keary, Malvin his royal advisor, six members of the royal guard, and four torchbearers. Once the cairn was open, the group made their way down a long, winding staircase.Each measuring exactly six feet in height, the fairies all had elegantly quaffed hair that shone in the low light of the torch lit cairn. Each was anxious about the task before them, yet they moved gracefully down the steps. Serious expressions darkened their austere ...

26 comments 26
Read story

“Toxicodendron radicans” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #86

TW: murder   RE: FOIA REQUEST   Our office will release evidence pertaining to Case No. AX002331 and Case No. AX002332 to Vicki Vale, in response to a Freedom of Information Act request. Please note as these investigations are ongoing, some information has been redacted. The requested files are attached to this email.   -- Officer Roger DeCarlo - GCPD Major Crimes Unit - Public Liaison   *** From the private log of Dr. Jason Woodrue - MARCH 19 - 11:06 PM   Having returned from my meeting with General Sunderland, I am...

36 comments 36
Read story

“The Scourge of Shoalsburgh” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #85

Bowen Manor sits on a long, narrow track of land on the southern edge of Joplin. The Manor, sitting at the top of a steep incline, is ringed on three sides by marshland. It is a stately home built of red brick, mortared with mud from the nearby marsh. Its wrap around porch the perfect place to watch either the sunrise or sunset. A turret protrudes from its otherwise flat roof and a basement is housed within its foundations.Bowen Manor was once the crown jewel of the Shoalsburgh neighborhood. After decades of neglect, the Manor has begun to c...

17 comments 17
Read story

“Gallery 117” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #84

I don't remember being created, but I know who created me. I don't know how long I've been aware, but I know when I started. I have no finite sense of myself, but I know what I'm made of.This knowledge comes from a small card that hangs somewhere below me. I have heard the card read aloud enough times that I have memorized its inscription.Johnathan Durhem, American, born 1838; The Fountain, 1860; oil on canvas; 35 x 48 inches; Bequest of William M. Durhem.I have never seen myself, but I know what I look like. Docents, guides, and v...

29 comments 29
Read story

“Twas Beauty...” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #83

You step from your cave and stand on the edge of the mountain slope. You stretch the sleep from your muscles as the sun climbs upward. Moment by moment, the sun burns away the morning fog and the island below is revealed.The curtain of gray fog peels away. You stand at the island's highest point and look down into the valley. The river glimmers as it catches the first rays of the sun. The jungle is a mural of lush shades of green. Orchids, plump fruits, and multi-colored parrots lend pops of bright color to the canvas of vegetation.You unhur...

37 comments 37
Read story

“Buzz NightGear” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #82

It had been a long shift and Liz was looking forward to a little "me time". As she made her way through the halls of the Stearns Antarctic Radio Hub, she was struck with a familiar thought."This place looks more like a hotel than a research station."She of course knew that one of the main purposes of the Stearns Hub was to act as a way-point between the other various Antarctic research stations. She also knew that the warm colors were meant to be a calming contrast to the bitter cold and stark white vastness of the ice shelf outside the Hub....

20 comments 20
Read story

“Clyde and Tammy” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #81

"Happy anniversary, my love.""Happy anniversary to you too. Oh, Clyde. Can you believe we've been married for fifty years?""Of course I believe it, Tammy. I've loved you since the first time I saw you.""Tell me the story of the first time we met, Clyde.""You've heard it so many times. You really want me to tell it again?""Please, dear. I love the way you tell it.""You had just moved to town and were driving to your aunt's house. Something on the side of the road caught your eye, so you pulled over. Then when you tried to get back on the road...

30 comments 30
Read story

“IUSTITIA COLLOCUTIO” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #80

TIM:              Hello loyal listeners! It's Thursday April 11th, 1996. You're listening to Tim and Maura in the morning.MAURA:       On today's show, we're celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of Unveiling Day.TIM:              All week we've been teasing a big surprise.MAURA:       The time has come to reveal how we plan to comm...

21 comments 21
Read story

“Past Americana - Issue #4” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #80

PAST AMERICANAIssue #4 - "Stop The Vote"Written by Mikey FlowersArt by Gustave BeauregardLetters by Josephine Renaut.PAGE 1Title at top of page.Credits along bottom.In between, include the following disclaimer: This is a work of satire. The views expressed herein do not necessarily represent the views of the author, artist, or publisher.PAGE 2Panel 1Wide shot. Day. Open on the back of a farmhouse with a wide porch. Draw the scene from a high enough perspective that we can see the street and driveway behind the farmhouse. A man sits on the po...

14 comments 14
Read story

“Kaiser” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #79

A road. Well lit, rarely busy. Eight o'clock at night.A still summer evening. He's walking home after work. Just over a mile total. Less than half a mile left to go. The sun is setting, but it's not yet full dark. The streetlights are on, but the sun is still brighter. Its orange glow the last warmth he feels.Ear buds in, wrapped in country music. His secret obsession. His unspoken comfort. Thoughts turned to a relaxing night in front of the TV.A car speeds down the road. Strikes him from behind. He doesn't see it coming.A soon to be hit and...

19 comments 19
Read story

“Timing” by Michael Boquet

Submitted to Contest #78

Timing is everything. It's a cliché for a reason. There's a little bit of truth to it, melded together deep down in the mix.I met Sienna through an online dating site. We emailed for about a week. Then we agreed to meet in person at a Mexican restaurant. Or, at least I think it was a Mexican restaurant. I had two that were my go-to first date spots. One was next to a movie theater. The other in the middle of downtown. Each location was full of opportunities to take the night further, should that first dinner go well.In mine and Sienna's case...

8 comments 8
Read story

Author bio

(Pronouns: He/Him) Update - 5-16-21: Picked up a 2nd job recently to make ends meet, and it's changed up my schedule. For the past couple weeks, I just haven't had time to do much writing. So, Reedsy is unfortunately getting pushed to the back-burner for the time being. I still plan to submit when I can. I'll do my best to pop in and at least try and read every one else's submissions, when possible. EMAIL: boquet.michael@yahoo.com