Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

176 stories

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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.😈

My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.

MA English literature, CofC

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Initiation. Content Warning.
*note: This is an unfinished draft of a story I’m working on for The Rule Everyone Knows. Just doing a temperature check for characterization. I’m going to keep it here until I complete the draft and finish editing it. Do not be gentle if something isn’t working.
By Harper Lewis8 days ago in Critique
When Lavender Last in the Landfill Grew
Daughter is the cruelest role, crucifying mother on either side of the solstice, breeding half-truths and lies into destabilizing psychological space.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
Breathing Room
ceiling projectors and moon lights, rocks and incense, orbs and pillars, framed photos and fountains, tarot cards and fairy lights, forests and rivers, beaches and mountains.
By Harper Lewis9 days ago in Poets
Readers and Writers
Some of you may have noticed that I talk about readers and writers as two different things or persons. That’s because they are. Stephen King says we should write with the door closed and revise with it open, and he’s 100% right.
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Writers
Rhyme
In the approach of serious matters, rhyme is a distraction that only clatters hollow, noisy emphasis on endings, even if it causes the middle’s rending.
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Poets
Unrhymed
I do not like intrusive rhyme, never will, I must confess; it sends my synapses firing, obnoxiously clustered terminal
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Rejection of Gravity
Sometimes the world is too small, then it expands into something too big, where bartenders “hook me up” by ruining my cocktail
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Spring
Lonely clouds wander, sundrunk daffodils laughing yellow as the sun
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Sam’s Stories. Content Warning.
Sam texted Lila, asking if he could call. Of course he could—Lila always took Sam’s calls. He asked about her writing, which had become lucrative since last time they fell apart. Sam’s divorce wasn’t even final yet, he already had a new girlfriend, and he was reaching out to Lila. Could be a recipe for disaster.
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Filthy
Lent
purple veils seductively strewn over every cross in town, like Mardi Gras did a striptease home from Bourbon Street, earning those beads the hard way,
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets
Oxymoronic
light is heavy shadows illuminate sweetness acrid bitterness bliss excruciating ecstasy devilish delight wicked wanting
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets
Granny Rocks. Content Warning.
There once was an erotic granny She loved cocks and got into rocks If you left her alone with a polished stone She slipped it up in her cranny
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Poets