Harper Lewis
Bio
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Stories (128)
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Rereading
I reread my favorite books, over and over again, for a very simple reason: I love the characters and enjoy spending time with them. Maybe I grieve their loss, maybe I bargain with the text: if I read you better this time, maybe Benji won’t die, maybe Manderly won’t burn, and maybe Lenny and George will get that piece of land and have something to call their own.
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Writers
Back to Work (Part 5)
And I’m not weird. I don’t care what Tommy Sizemore says. And if you’re the kind of person who listens to Tommy Sizemore, I should probably pray for you. But I’m not gonna do that. Say your own goddamn prayers and stop expecting me to do everything. No, wait. I don’t mean it. Really, I’ll pray for you. Just don’t leave, okay?
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
Stats Questions
I see posts about reaching milestones, and I’ve become curious. As some if you know, when I joined vocal (vocal+), I didn’t know about the pay per read, top stories, leaderboard bonuses, any of that. I joined for the challenges, to motivate myself to branch out as a writer. The most I’ve done with tightly structured poetry in the past is a couple of really bad sestinas and “Ode on my Senior Year”(subtitled’Apathy’), which can be sung to the tune of The Beatles’ “Yesterday.”
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Coming and Going (Part 4). 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 shouldn’t. 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 don’t mean.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
The Godfather King (Part 3). Content Warning.
I felt terrible after I hid Polly’s 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 Reynolds’s bedroom window. Well, it’s not her window anymore. Her family moved away after the fire, which wasn’t 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 wasn’t my fault.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
Bus Stop (Part 2). 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 Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
