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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Jars. Runner-Up in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Jim sat in his favorite rocker, beams of late afternoon sun draped over his lap instead of stabbing him in the eyes like on Billyâs side of the porch. He twirled a lollipop between his fingers, occasionally popping it in his mouth. Heâd been doing this since he stopped smoking. The youngâuns didnât remember the cloud of Pall Mall that used to shroud his face as he told his tales. The kids were playing in the yard and under the porch, out of the September heat in the cool sand, sun shining between the shadows of the slats. Presently, a grubby face appeared over Jimâs shoulder. The kids wanted to go down to the creek to play.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction
Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner
When people ask if I like Faulkner or Hemingay, like theyâre Maryann and Ginger, it irks me. My answer is yes, and itâs not like, itâs love. And why are you neglecting Steinbeck? I reject the idea that a reader can only read one style and like it. Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner are my holy trinity, my neapolitan ice cream. At the risk of stating the obvious, Hemingway is vanilla, Steinbeck is strawberry, and Faulkner is chocolate. I love them all.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Geeks
The Blood of Eve I. Content Warning.
I didnât want to kill any of them, but I had to so they wouldnât get hurt. Iâve seen the world and what it can do to people. Iâve seen depravity the likes of which you wouldnât believe. The things men will do when theyâre drunk and high on amphetamines and testosterone if a girl or woman is available. Or nearby and unprotected.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Horror
Girl Thursday and Johnny-on-the-Spot
Iâm always early, and no one ever believes me. Hi, my name is Cassandra, Cassie to my friends, and thatâs Johnny, with his trusty toolbox beside me. He gets the credit, I get the blame: Girl Thursday and Johnny-on-the-Spot.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Critique
Dinner
Whiskey tango foxtrot. Would you look at the seating chart my brother just handed me? It was a nightmare worthy of Phobetor and Phantasos. I swatted him with it then told him he could seat the ladies. That should fix his little red chariot but good. âAnd tell Aphrodite to dress for dinner. I wonât have her at my table in cut offs and a tube top.â I noticed Hermes glancing at the chart. âAny table.â If thereâs a loophole, heâll find it. If there isnât, heâll make one.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction
Tam-Oh-Shanât-Her. Content Warning.
This is an example for my dirty limerick contest. Iâm not kidding about keeping it dirty. Nothing cutesy playing at being dirtyâif youâre a clean, Polly pure type, this isnât for you, and you might get hurt feelings in here. Youâve been warned, so proceed with filthy caution.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Poets
