Monique Anderson
Bio
I refuse to talk about myself in third person, so to make a long story short, I was born, did not become a famous writer as planned but learned lots of delicious things along the way. Writer, photographer, cook, caregiver, and dog mom.
Stories (8/0)
The Send Off
It took a half an hour to get to Lexie’s ranch just outside of town. Tony was happy as hell because he thought I would chicken shit out. I’m not going to lie about it. I really did think about not going. Even on the ride out I had some pretty serious reservations about the whole thing because I began to see a lot of cacti and mesquite bushes. It looked like a barren wasteland, and I had the distinct impression that maybe this was some kind of ambush and I was going to end up under one of those bushes, deader than an alley cat but smelling like a Saturday afternoon barbecue.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Silver
It is an easy thing to lose one’s parents. The priest certainly needed no reminders. It had been over thirty-five years and still the memory haunted him, his mother and father crying out in anguish while trying to protect him from the demon Cilius. They died with their efforts. The evil scourge was now his unwelcome companion and showed its twisted form whenever he dared to have a peaceful moment. The bloody stench of that day so long ago, still fresh in his heart, made his hand instinctively clutch at the worn book hidden within his cassock. At long last in his possession, the Diabolis Ordo was his chance to change his fate.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Middlebroke
Dr. Betty say I should write down what happened so I dont flip the hell out and be a mess the rest of my life. She say if I dont do something with all the stuff I feel then I might do bad things when I get older cause I aint never seen nothing else but bad things and dont know no better. She aint say it like that but thats how she meant it.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Latchley Fields
No one in the ditches knew what they were looking for. The prisoners certainly knew why they were forced to continuously dig in the hardened earth, wheeling never-ending carts of rubble up the long winding road to the back plains. It was a punishment for being on the wrong side of things during the Morality War. The worldwide battle had been so fierce it had resulted in all religion being declared illegal, before science had blossomed both for the good and for the bad.
By Monique Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
