Monique Williams
Bio
Hello everyone,
I’m Monique talented writer who works in the medical field. I’m also a full time student at SNHU. My stories will be focused towards counseling and healing so thank you for reading and thanks in advanced for the support.
Stories (6/0)
In the throes of tragedy, Amelia finds a sliver of faith..
Amelia gave a sigh of relief when she found an abandoned container of water and consumed it with great speed. She felt her stomach expand as she drank, as she hadn't eaten anything for hours. After what seemed like the worst day of her life, the last thing she wanted to think about was eating, but she knew she needed to nourish herself if she was going to try to find her family. A bomb had hit her side of town in the United Kingdom, and Amelia had lost everything she had ever known, or so it seemed. Her families beautiful home had collapsed, as one of the bombs hit another building right beside her house and completely destroyed her sense of security. In the midst of running for her life, her family had gotten lost somewhere in the ethers. Hours before this event took place, the news had warned everyone of the upcoming travesty and everyone who could skipped town. There were some who stayed behind, and this included Amelia's family. Thinking they could survive this travesty, they stocked up once they got the news earlier in the week on water, flashlights, food, batteries, and other essentials. But no one anticipated their house collapsing. The apocalypse not only took their home, but sooner or later, she realized it took one of her family members lives. In the midst of realizing their house was going to collapse, Amelia, her mother Carol, her father Jason, her little brother Nathan, and her little sister Brianna managed to climb out of a window in their basement. They had been hiding out in the basement, checking for updates from the news every few hours. And then finally, the tragedy began. Soldiers began breaking into people's houses and taking their children, beating them, and killing some of them. There was a literal war going on outside Amelia's door and she and her younger siblings were absolutely terrified. Confused and bewildered, she just hid in a little corner of her basement with her family as she watched from the basement window. All she could see was the soldiers legs pacing back and forth as they banged on her front door waiting for a response. She listened as they cursed and yelled, waiting and hoping they would just go away. But they banged on to no avail, until eventually accepting no one would answer. As time goes by, they hear complete destruction take place outside the basement walls. A few buildings surrounding them had been blown to pieces as this war continued on, including a few houses a distance from Amelia's. About an hour goes by and they hear a loud bang. This is right before her house collapsed in shambles. Realizing they had sent a missile towards the building right next door, Amelia's dad Jason yells at his wife and kids to climb out of the window and run. Unfortunately, they were a second too late and the house collapsed on his wife Carol and his daughter Brianna. Amelia, her dad, and her little brother manages to get away from the house, but a soldier comes along and snatches her brother Nathan. The soldiers try to catch Jason and Amelia, but can't match their stride. Amelia runs and runs until her lungs feel like they're going to burst, for fear of being kidnapped by these very dangerous, evil men. Eventually Amelia eventually looks back after running for what seemed like hours, only to realize her father was gone too. She was far from her house now, and hiding inside an abandoned car that been slightly destroyed by the houses that had collapsed. For fear that she'd be heard, Amelia stifled her cries in her arm when she realized her mother and her little sister were gone and had possibly died. Afraid and alone, she hid for hours in fear that she'd be snatched by a soldier. She never slept a wink, obsessively thinking of her father and her little brother and where they might be. She never came out until dawn broke the next day. There was barely any room to walk on the streets as she walked by thousands of corpses, broken glass, building doors, doors that flew off the hinges of cars, and large pieces of cement that belonged to buildings. Amelia had to crawl her way through some spaces due to all the disaster she was surrounded by. Only seeing a few others in the street, she ran to them desperately looking for her family. Unfortunately she had no pictures of them, aside from the heart-shaped locket her mother had given her with their family photo inside. Somewhere along the lines, she had lost her locket while running for her life, so she had no way of identifying who they were. So she told them their names instead. They told her they had no clue who her family was and she bowed her head in utter sadness. Not having eaten for hours, she heard her stomach rumble and began to cry, knowing her home had been crushed and her food had rotted by now. Amelia trotted along for another hour or so, searching and searching for what she remembered as her home. Suddenly, she sees the pole that belonged to her street name on lying on the ground. She saw her street name lying there and headed towards it, knowing she was close to home. Amelia walks towards the street pole and soon sees the teddy bear Brianna used to sleep with. She begins to walk faster as she begins to recollect what was once her safe haven. She sees her house, or what was left of it. Soon, she came to what used to be the front door, which was now off the hinges and lying on the ground. She steps forward, her heart beating fast and loudly in her chest. She swallowed as she walks through what used to be the kitchen space and finds some morsels of food that was left in her cabinet. She quickly picks it up and continues on. There was very very little room to move around, so she had to crawl through some spaces. She then sees the little heart-shaped locket that dropped off her neck as she ran away from the house last night. She dropped to her knees, relieved to have found this little piece of what seemed like hope to her. Opening the locket, she stares at her families smiling faces, crying silent tears. Suddenly, she hears her name in the distance and what sounds like her father and her little brothers voice. She turns and looks up, seeing her dad with her little brother in his arms. He looks to have been beaten up and injured. Amelia runs to them crying tears of joy! She had thought she'd lost them forever, but her father fought tooth and nail to get away and find his little girl.
By Monique Williams2 years ago in Fiction
My passion for ART ❤️
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always had a passion for both sketching and writing. It started out when I was about 10 or 11 years old. I started seeing a counselor and she was the one who told me that expressing myself through writing will help get my feelings out on paper, and it can remain totally confidential because it’s in my personal diary, only for my eyes to see. I first discovered I can sketch when I was a little younger, maybe around 7 or 8 is when I sketched my first real picture. It started out as me sketching stick figures because I wasn’t really good at recapturing what I saw yet. But as time progressed and as I continued to copy newspaper sketching and other drawings I saw, I got better and better at it. I got so good that one day someone wrote me a check to sketch a picture of him and his family.
By Monique Williams2 years ago in Journal
The Triumphant Tattoo
If I ever got a tattoo, which this is the tattoo I plan on getting one day, I'd get this one. This one has a rather deep meaning behind it, an astrological meaning. Go with me on this cosmic trip as I get deep into the meaning behind this beautiful art.
By Monique Williams3 years ago in Futurism
Your haters are low key obsessed with you 🤫
Don’t be fooled, success doesn’t silence your haters. In fact, they get louder the more you succeed. What kills me about these types of people is they gather a smear campaign against you. Theses types of individuals usually tend to surround themselves around other people who don’t like you. Usually in order to support their claims and to bash you even more. Usually, they will use a friend, a coworker, or even a romantic interest to gather tidbits of information about you. They desperately scramble for an angle through whatever means to find out where you live, where you work, what you do for a living. They use this information to spread gossip and spread lies about you, all the while not even knowing what’s really going on in your life. And will even go as far stalking your workplace and the area you live just to watch you. Digging through your personal things for any dirt or information they can find on you, doing background checks, all types of desperate things that make them look even more crazy and delusional than they already are. They will even ask around about you, if they can’t find any information online or through means of social media. In some cases, they’d go as far as trying to sabotage your job by lying on you to ruin your professional reputation as well, hating that people see you in such a good light. All the while stalking your social media profiles, if you have one, but claiming that they hate you, or that they can’t stand you. No one exhausts that much energy if they really don’t like you. In fact, a person who genuinely doesn’t like you knows nothing about you and quite frankly doesn’t care to. But the sad part is, they will never admit that they really do like/respect you in some way or another, not even to themselves.
By Monique Williams4 years ago in Motivation
How emotions impair your judgment and why you shouldn't let them
Perception isn't always reality by Monique Williams Emotions are sometimes much like a mirage. Emotions can be illusive. And as much as our emotions can feel intensely real, and we can feel very passionate about things or certain events that take place in our lives, sometimes things are not what they seem. If you're having a hard time understanding what I mean, I'll lead this conversation with an example. Say for instance, you have a heated argument with your romantic partner after finding out they were flirting with someone else. Although, this kind of behavior can easily be misconstrued as something that deserves a breakup, or that you should just cut the situation off, that may be your emotions barking at you. Some people do see flirting as cheating, so it all depends on the person. But, sometimes wanting to walk away without getting the closure you need or without a conversation could just be your emotions driving this behavior. I'll be honest, if I were ever in this situation, which I have been before, I'd be pretty angry too.
By Monique Williams4 years ago in Motivation
How your parents affect your relationship with money
Have you ever been bad with money? Set budgets but couldn't stay within the means of them? Been in a ton of debt or lived paycheck to paycheck? Of course you have. I'm sure all of us can relate to debt in some way or another. But not too many of us have taken a look at the relationship our parents had with money. Sometimes the root cause of our bad spending habits starts with our parents. And the number one way to solve a problem and to get to the bottom of it. I once heard a quote that states, "Our issues are in our tissues". That statement really stuck with me. In other words, this quote essentially means that some of our habits and even our problems stem from our DNA. It's a known fact in psychology that we often repeat the same patterns and behaviors our parents had long before we were even thought of. If hereditary health issues affect and are passed down to us as adults, behavioral patterns definitely play a huge role in how we turn out as adults.
By Monique Williams4 years ago in Families
