Harper Lewis

Joined July 2025

175 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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Eradication
She drags her eraser back and forth across the indelible lines of me, an exercise in futility; I cannot be eradicated, I linger, standing my ground in agony while her effort increases, senseless rage tearing holes in the page, murdering the story to silence a character.
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Miasma
Jealousy slinks around deserted corners, Slithering through alleys, dropping poisonous pearls of verdigris to sink below the surface and take root, tiny snakes of jade twisting their minute serpentine bodies into every thought sifting through uncomplicated minds,
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Distraction. Top Story - December 2025.
The presence of your absence lingers on the periphery, like a leaf stuck under a wiper blade, skittering against the windshield in a frenzy
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Poets
Company’s Coming
“That witch come up right outta that creek there. I seen it with my own eyes. It like to spooked me something fierce, the way she come walking up that riverbank, with fog slipping off her shoulders all slow-like. She had weird eyes, not even a color exactly. They just looked straight through me on up the path, like I wasn’t there atall.” Braxton Hicks hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and elbowed Jim in the ribs. “God’s honest truth.”
By Harper Lewis3 months ago in Fiction
Canonized
The echoes grow faint, but you hear them soft and low from above and below, just like a saint. The whole world spinning, feels like flying through colors and drinking sound from downtown, everything blurry, fuzzy, and faint.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Perfect Pot Roast
Everyone says they love pot roast, but most people don’t now how to make a good one. I’m here to help with that. This isn’t technically a recipe, so I’m not giving you a list of ingredients or utensils. If you don’t have a fire pit, you’ll need to visit someone who does to make a proper pot roast.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Feast
Fiction Workshop Winter Quarter 1997
I had to fight to take the class because I hadn’t completed the prereqs, and it was a 400 level class. I don’t think I knew I was pregnant yet; midterm was in late October, and I got pregnant the Monday after the Fleetwood Mac concert in Atlanta. The two friends I went with were my daughter’s godmothers at her Christening, but we fell out of touch, and neither are part of either of our lives anymore. It was also the Monday before Thanksgiving, which is another story for another day.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Critique
Why I’m Harper Lewis
The first thing you have to decide is whether or not you’re going use one, or are you brave enough (or have enough dead relatives) to use your real name?
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Writers
Snob
I admit it—I’m a snob, but not your everyday, garden variety snob. I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of car you drive, what schools your parents could afford to send you to, how much money you have/make, or what your maternal grandmother’s maiden name was. All of that shit is irrelevant to me.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Writers
Veronica . Content Warning.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t give one single cold-hearted revenge fuck what you think.” Veronica sealed her statement with a contemptuous sneer, turned on her heel and walked out. People were so fucking self-entitled and stupid, and she didn’t know how much more she could tolerate.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Humans
Never
Now I’m thinking about all the times you never saw me, when I didn’t even care. I became so me that I forgot about you, writing in my top-bound spiral notebooks on campus, on the lawn, stretched out on my blanket, barefoot, books and words and the music of the wind in the trees, friends dropping by to chat. Smoking and drinking coffee.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Poets
Why I Love Vocal
I’m fairly new here–I’ve been a contributor for fewer than six months. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve met some amazing writers whose work really speaks to me. I’ve stumbled across magical morsels of this and that in different communities, and I’m branching out and dipping my toe in the pools of communities outside my comfort zone. I’ve learned that thoughtful comments tend to elicit a response, and most of the writers I’ve met are great about guiding me to work of theirs that they think I will like. Every little bit of kindness, every effort at community is appreciated, whether it’s a like, an insight, a comment, a reply, or recognition in the form of a top story or placing in a challenge.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in FYI