Monique Hardt
Bio
Monique Hardt is a longtime lover of the fantastical and the impossible, crafting works of both poetry and fictional prose. She began writing books at the age of ten and has been diligently practicing her craft ever since.
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Stories (36/0)
The Heart of a Story
The heart of a story is something felt, but is always unseen. It is born in the flames of passion and breathed to life within the framework of an idea, like a tiny ember nestled within a coal. It's nurtured until it ignites a great controlled blaze within a furnace that is an idea blazing to life as a story.
By Monique Hardt2 months ago in Writers
A Measly Drop of Spring
We have little food. There is no warmth. Our cabin's barely standing. It's an endless, frigid winter. Outside, there is a soft cry. In the crystal snow shards, there shivers a tiny life. Trembling, it sinks into the white needles with each step.
By Monique Hardt3 months ago in Fiction
My Favorite Stories
This will be a continuously-updated six-part article. This first section covers the importance of ranking and an overall cumulative list. There will be an individual article for each category explaining why they are ranked the way they are, coming soon.
By Monique Hardt3 months ago in Writers
Hollow
She killed four people before we knew where she was. Ray, Dad, Aunt Theresa, and Bo fell lifeless into the mud. I stood my ground; Nate, Val, and Garth dropped, running for cover. The direction in which their bodies fell gave me a good idea of her location.
By Monique Hardt7 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
The Sun and the MoonTop Story - September 2023
I want to shine. I want to be important. I want to be you. But you are a gleaming star, and I am a moon doomed to reflect you. I shine only with the light you gave me. Your heart, my veins; your mind, my skull; your smile, my dimples.
By Monique Hardt8 months ago in Fiction
The Sakura Tree
They decided to sing Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. That way, Grandpa Tom, whom I’d never met before today, could sing too. He was once in a barbershop quartet; she told Grandpa Tom they’d follow his lead, Natalie on fiddle and Melissa echoing his deep, base-like voice with a crystal-clear high-tune.
By Monique Hardt12 months ago in Humans