Welcome to my blog! My name is Chloe and I am a writer. I was born and raised in the Chicagoland area. Here you will find snippets of novella, short stories, poem, articles, and maybe a journal entry or two. Much of my work has LGBT influences, topics, and characters. I have always loved creating … Continue reading Indeterminate Time
Locked in and ready to go, the passenger waits for the driver to make his move. In this case, I am waiting, fingers tapping against the armrest. I can feel the heat coming off the back of my neck and try to take some silent deep breaths. The driver looks over to me and I … Continue reading The Car Ride
The warrior drew her sword and raised her shield, readying for battle. Puzzled, the witch cocked her head, lowering her hand offered in help.
The switches flick on sending pulses of light and the start of whirring machines. Printing and printing it goes, the detective smirks, calling it in.
I pine for pine, of spruce, blue and fragrant. Add a little white, red, some bells, and a star atop, for the man in red watches.
Her warmth sent tingling down my arms as I held her close. Her brown eyes and smile against mine told me I was home. Nurture, protect.
Small spheres sneak and sink. They flow to the feet, finding themselves shards cutting deep.
A lie told to be justification in the crime, all in order to be nice. Drop the nice and you see the broken girl trying to sing. Instead, she has become stone.
Up there on pedestals, you perch, looking down upon mere mortals. You killed the one winged angel, but there hides another.
Tingles run down my arms, abdomen, and to my toes. My brain understands what is going on but my heart shreds, seeing her inside the box.
I fell in love. In my profession, love becomes unplanned. One night stands are the norm and usually results in the someone dying. This was my first time meeting her and love at first sight only ever sounded nice in those frisky holos. My crew would riot if they ever find out. “Tiana Bree, for … Continue reading The Golden Woman