Chloë J.

Joined August 2021

642 stories

Bio

Probably not as funny as I think I am

Insta @chloe_j_writes

Achievements (4)

Stories (642)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

august
hateful serpentine days, twisting in on themselves, weary head eats tail.
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets
Stolen Negative
The shadows under my eyes grow claws, the better to drag slowly down my chalkboard face. The shriek is dog-whistle silent and self-wrought.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
Woolgathering
Isn’t it beautiful? My sadness, I mean; why else would I wear it every day? / The palest shade of gray, and it never goes away.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
An Open Letter to the Vocal Community. Top Story - August 2023.
Dear everyone who has taken the time to read the various pieces of my heart, I feel like I owe an apology to you all. Life has been busy and hard; in some really great ways and some really challenging ways. As a result, I have been incredibly inactive on this platform.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Writers
I Dream of A…
Vocal conference. I would meet those whose words have held and bolstered me.
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
The Twelve Days of Online Dating
On the first day of Bumble, my new match gave to me: A lot of anxiety! On the second day of Bumble, my new match gave to me:
By Chloë J.2 years ago in Poets
Sick of Nothing New. Top Story - July 2023.
I am July’s child, against my will. I wear its sweet heaviness, a perfume that accompanies me throughout the seasons that I love better,
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
What’s the difference between a painter and an artist?
the painter looks at, seeking mirror fragments, but the artist looks up.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
I love me, I love me not
I am younger than I think and older than I want to be, sadder than I was, and wiser than I used to be. I’m acquainted now with pain,
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
I am…. Top Story - June 2023.
…the firstborn daughter of a firstborn daughter. I never stood a chance.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Just Call Me Atlas
I own a marvelous sort of sadness. I burrow inside, wrap it around me, a living cloak. // I wear a fashionable sort of fear,
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
twilight evanescence . Top Story - June 2023.
for a single fleeting moment, my eyes found you in the dusk; a stolen star, lingering, lazy and seductive to decorate my twilight.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets