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.š
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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A Room of my Own
Four different people have lived in this room since we bought the house, none of which ended well. No good deed goes unpunished for long. I decided after the last round that it was the last round. I no longer have an extra room; I have a writing room.
By Harper Lewis26 days ago in Writers
The Next Morning
Sunlight spilled across my face, waking me. I rose slowly, a bit slower than usual, probably one or two martinis too many. Iām glad I pulled my robe around my body: I heard voices coming from my bath as I tread through the arbor joining it to my chamber. Sure enough, there my brother was, having a hot tub party in my bath. He took one look at my face and quickly escorted everyone somewhere else.
By Harper Lewis30 days ago in Fiction
The Blood of Eve IX. Content Warning.
After my shower, with Irish Spring and Head & Shoulders, I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a Hornets hoodie, grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out tbe door, into the evening. There was sand on my floormat but I couldnāt figure how it got there since I havenāt been to the beach in a really long time.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
Operating Costs
I understand that a fair number of Vocal creators are having trouble. I also see a correlation: these creators have approximately 3000+ published stories. Thatās a lot, even if theyāre just text files, but when you add media, that file size grows exponentially. Anyone else ever get the āYour iCloud storage is fullā message on your phone? Time to delete files or buy more storage.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Love. Top Story - February 2026.
That first night: the laughter, the music, the love The first date: the music, the poetry, the moon The road trip through a hurricane, my yoga pants ruined by rain, the Violent Femmes, and that morning at the Hirshorn, the Rodin
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
