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 (35/0)
Adrift
I am dying. I know that I am dying, but I’m not entirely sure how, for I have no eyes, and no ears. I don’t fear death, for it will come for me eventually. Every day that I do not die brings the possibility of death tomorrow. Within my system, there is no brain with which to process fear; I am lucky to have a mouth with which to speak.
By Monique Hardtabout a year ago in Fiction
Strength Bespoken
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They came in streaks, like paint being thrown wildly by an eccentric painter, and vanished moments after. As ripples would appear and disperse in a pond, that’s what they reminded Brance of.
By Monique Hardtabout a year ago in Fiction
Systemic Persistence
If walls could talk, a lot of good things would happen to the people of my commune. Fai would win the lottery. Mother would finally be accepted by her peers. Kaliva would leave her abusive husband, Uncle Dan’s business profits would soar. Gira’s cancer would vanish.
By Monique Hardtabout a year ago in Fiction
A Break in Reality
The buzzing alerted me first. I was still asleep; I had no idea what was happening. My partner was somehow sound asleep beside me; my cat was alert. She stood by the window, she clawed at the blinds. Through the gaps, I saw nothing unusual.
By Monique Hardtabout a year ago in Families
- Runner-Up in Holiday Hijinks Challenge
When Love FailsRunner-Up in Holiday Hijinks Challenge
It was about twelve years ago, Thanksgiving. Cousin Brittney came in looking haggard and exhausted. She was, at the time, in college; it wasn’t anything noteworthy, until I noticed that her ever-present boyfriend Roger didn’t come with her.
By Monique Hardtabout a year ago in Humans