Chloe Hauxwell
Bio
Hello and welcome to my profile. I'm on here trying to be a writer. I don't have a specific genre I stick to, so if you like eclectic then mine is the page for you! All feedback and critiques are welcomed. I'm always trying to improve. ☺️
Stories (9/0)
Their Bones Were Metal
CHAPTER I Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sometimes one screams into the void and the sound leaves one’s body only to slowly dissipate into the emptiness. Sometimes there is a soul on the other end, and it screams back.
By Chloe Hauxwell2 years ago in Fiction
Paradise Revisited
When God created Eve from the rib of Adam in John Milton’s Paradise Lost, the idea of disconnection between the two of them didn’t concern the deity. The Father prescribed an otherness to Eve, separating her from Adam through gender, but also Adam was shaped in the image of God, whereas Eve is made in the image of man. Though God was not worried about the possible gap, the otherness of Eve did however, concern Adam, as he attempted to bridge any possible gap, even though Adam recognized his own superiority. Lee Morrissey writes on this subject in his article “Eve’s Otherness and the New Ethical Criticism.” Morrissey brings up Book 9 of Paradise Lost in which Adam and Eve are together after the fall, closer than they ever were. “Eve's otherness is the result of Adam's seeing Eve as, literally, part of himself, which is to say, the same as himself. Adam treats Eve as if she were there to fulfill his process of self-fulfillment” (330). While many believe Eve caused the downfall of man, and through the context of the original story, one would, I disagree with Morrissey and argue the otherness of Eve comes from the difference in their roles in Paradise. Eve must act as a guide for Adam as Milton uses her as the genius loci in Paradise Lost.
By Chloe Hauxwell5 years ago in Geeks
Eyes Wide Open (Pt. 2)
Everything seemed to be fine, but there was a piece of paper wedged in between some wires. “Cash, we can’t allow Vision to sell these. There is something wrong. The machine seems to be re-writing it’s own code. I wake up and think things, awful things, and I know it’s the box. We have to stop them. –A”
By Chloe Hauxwell5 years ago in Futurism
Eyes Wide Open (Pt. 3)
“Subject One is Richard Curtis, 54 years of age. Curtis is an unemployed, homeless male from Arkansas.” Simon read off the man’s qualifiers as if he were a lab rat. “Mr. Curtis do you have an affiliations or connections with the Vision company or any of its employees?”
By Chloe Hauxwell5 years ago in Futurism
Bourbon Suicide
There are certain streets I always take to get home from work. Straight out of the bar onto buzzing Bourbon Street. I then take a left and walk until St. Peter, then take another left and saunter until I hit my apartment building on Royal. It still makes me laugh that someone like me lives on a street with such regal connotation right in the name. Bourbon is in full swing at 3 in the morning as always and though the sky is dark the streets are lit with the colorful signs for strip clubs and piano bars. Bourbon seems overwhelmingly loud but if you just stand and close your eyes, people begin to funnel around you, everything appears to slow to a low murmur sprinkled here and there with laughter.
By Chloe Hauxwell5 years ago in Humans