Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

212 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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Thirty-nine Years
Sam and Lila fireworks loss grief pain reunion fireworks loss grief reunion fireworks grief loss reunion rescue
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Poets
Martyrdom Rejection
Have you ever been psychologically abused? Distorted truths and half-lies weaponized around one devastating truth, then built out with lies? Conditional traps presented as negotiation with a bait and switch, accuse and blame where you’re indicted regardless of your answer, perpetually framed as lying so someone can control a narrative and present herself as a faultless victim who has suffered all because of you, regardless of her own choices? What if it’s intentional and cruel, designed to hit you where you’re already hurt? Maybe the next blow will be fatal.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
The Fourth Wall
I blame modernism and postmodernism for the plague of literary rooms that are essentially open plazas or terraces. For me, there’s a problem with assuming that the room can survive without the fourth wall. Writers like Shakespeare, Bronte, Vonnegut, and Salinger successfully break the fourth wall, which means it exists. You can’t break a wall that isn’t there.
By Harper Lewis11 days ago in Writers
Drink Around the Poesy (come along, sing bawdy songs) Take Off Your Prose challenge results . Content Warning.
This is my second rogue challenge thus far (more to come), and I’m delightfully surprised by the participation this suspicious platform newbie received.
By Harper Lewis12 days ago in Writers
Oh, Romeo
Dear Romeo, This is a bit awkward, but I’ve had misgivings ever since you asked me to call you “Butt Love.” I understand that boys like to experiment with their friends, but this is a balcony too far. After all, I am a Capulet. What’s in a name matters more when the name isn’t Montague.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Fiction
Medea Gets Fleeced
Dear Medea, First, thank you for the sheep—I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. However, you betrayed your father and brother so I might have them, and, well, having forsaken them, you sort of screwed me out of your dowry. Also, how can I have faith in your loyalty? What if Odysseus sailed past and you fell in love with him, betraying me? I don’t have room for that kind of doubt in my life.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Fiction
Common Problem
There was a girl who was a Maguire— a perfect life she tried to acquire. She lamented her fate, spewed lots of hate, And everyone of her grew tired.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Poets
The Benefits of Writing Porn. Content Warning.
I’m here today to talk about how writing porn (erotica, romance, whatever you call writing that readers derive sexual pleasure from) enhances and improves other writing. It does this in multiple ways, if you have the ovaries or cajones to really go for it. I can hear the Pollyannas clutching their pearls from here, see the shocked, judgmental looks aimed like lasers at me for daring to put romance as a parenthetical of porn (which is where it belongs).
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Writers
Dear John,. Content Warning.
Update here, comments closed on this post to prevent an organizational nightmare. Spring is in the air, so let’s focus on love letters (kind of)—specifically, Dear John letters. Have you ever written one? Received one? Here’s your chance.
By Harper Lewis13 days ago in Writers
Tornado Watch
Cold snap coming, set to collide right smack into the warm front, possibly spawning tornadoes cyclones twisters, snapping treetops like matchsticks,
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Poets
Magic wand. Content Warning.
There once was a girl who loved magic What happened to her was tragic She had no wand, so she used her baton. And in the end, she had to vag it.
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Poets
Take Off Your Prose!. Content Warning.
Welcome to the Temple of the Profane. I know, right? Whodathunk I’d ever encourage end rhyme? If it’s offensive, I’m okay with it. Grab a pint of Guinness or Jameson’s and don’t tell me “dirty limerick” is redundant. I’m well aware that if it isn’t dirty, it’s not a true limerick. But some people try to ruin a good time with some puritan Pollyanna bullshit every chance they get. I’ve read some clean limericks, and there’s something about them that’s more wrong than an olive in a Bloody Mary or a stalk of celery in a fucking martini. If I can figure out how, I’ll fine anyone who tries to sneak a clean limerick in here, and I’ll press criminal charges if sentimentality enters the equation. It has no place outside of Hallmark cards and movies, and we’re not dumbing down this room.
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Writers