Harper Lewis
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I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.đ
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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The Blood of Eve IV. Content Warning.
She came easily enough. I told her I thought I saw that girl who was missing. Those eyes looked almost through me, but just in time, I remembered to use the Jedi mind trick, and I stopped them from seeing things they shouldnât. I knew she was from the dark side by that shrill edge in her voice, even when she was all have a nice day and God bless and all of that phony shit people say but donât mean.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Horror
The Blood of Eve III. Content Warning.
I felt terrible after I hid Pollyâs ribbon in my cigar box that I keep under the loose floorboard in the corner where you climb out to the rope swing. If you climb way out on that branch, you can see in Heather Reynoldsâs bedroom window. Well, itâs not her window anymore. Her family moved away after the fire, which wasnât my fault. I used to watch her and her boyfriend in the afternoons before her parents got home from work. She used to babysit me sometimes, before the fire. The fire wasnât my fault.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Horror
The Blood of Eve II. Content Warning.
Have you ever noticed the stop signs on the corners where the school bus stops? The shadows fall in different places at different times of day, different times of year, and they change in shape and size, but the signs stay the same. Sure, they get dirty and dented and rusted, but they keep the same height and shape, not like the children.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Horror
Another Night. Content Warning.
Another Night The American soldiers were on the radio when I left with the baby. The last thing Hashim said to me before he left was for me to take the baby and walk between the rivers as far as I could, hopefully to safety, when I heard the American soldiers on the radio. If we make it to Syria, we will officially be refugees. The American soldiers play a song on the radio that says that someone must have kicked me around, that I donât have to live like a refugee. They are right, but they forgot to say that I donât have to stay.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Fiction
Harper Lewis. Content Warning.
I get a feeling that some of yâall are wondering, âWho is this Harper Lewis, and where did she come from?â Iâm new here, so new that I have no idea who the âsame old namesâ are. I know that Iâm new and some of my pieces have been noticed. Iâm very appreciative of that, and sometimes I post with genuine hope and confidence that I nailed it, that what I tried to convey resonated, that my weirdness doesnât alienate me.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Writers
Kwitcherbitchin. Content Warning.
Iâm of Northern European and Native American roots, pretty sure the Germanic folk hailed from the small hamlet of Kwitcherbitchin, eventually breeding with travelers from Fixyerfuckingrammar and Punctuateyergoddamnsentences, on the other side of the mountains, leaving those lands after some time to marry in with inhabitants of Bespecific and Showdonttell. Eventually, their descendants got on a ship, and there were some illicit relations with Concretelanguage, resulting in the bastard births of Strongverbs, Subversion, and Sensorydetail before making landfall on Literaryallusion at the mouth of the River of Alliteration and settling in Citeyoursources, on the banks of Lake Threedimensionalcharacters, in the shadow of Realisticdialogue Mountain. I am all of my ancestors and carry the maps of their native lands in my blood.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Writers
