Harper Lewis
Bio
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Rewind . Content Warning.
Who did these assholes think they were, asking me about my personal business? I wasn’t one bit amused by any of this bullshit. Some dumb little tramp got my dick sick. I’ll slit her throat when I figure out which one it was. What kind of bullshit was this, anyway? Why did they need to know how many bitches I’ve bagged? Fuck them, I just made one up.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Critique
The Plot Thickens . Content Warning.
Okay, think back. What happened after Debbie left, after I came out of my coma? I’m serious, man. She broke my heart bad, and I didn’t come out of my apartment for like a week, and then only because I was out of weed and booze. The guys actually came over and dragged my ass to band practice then force fed me chicken wings and IPA. Good dudes, always have my back.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Critique
Rock Bottom . Content Warning.
I began counting backwards to the night Debbie dumped me. Scott said that was an understatement, but hell, our divorce isn’t even final yet, and we were barely married before she started up with her ex behind my back, ultimately leaving me for him after his stupid app made him a millionaire.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Critique
Busted!. Content Warning.
Sexual partners since last visit plus last number. They’re even more uptight about what’s considered sex than the Baptist Church. Going down counts. Hand jobs count. Anything involving junk counts. Oh, boy, this was going to be work.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Critique
Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Faulkner
When people ask if I like Faulkner or Hemingay, like they’re Maryann and Ginger, it irks me. My answer is yes, and it’s not like, it’s 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 Lewisabout a month ago in Geeks
Happy VD. Content Warning.
Something was definitely wrong. I’d always laughed about burning piss, but holy fuck, this was no joke. My dick felt like it was on fire, and not in the good way. I’d been on the prowl a lot since Debbie dumped me, tagging a groupie at every gig. Best way to get over one woman is to get over another few.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Fiction
The Blood of Eve I. Content Warning.
I didn’t want to kill any of them, but I had to so they wouldn’t get hurt. I’ve seen the world and what it can do to people. I’ve seen depravity the likes of which you wouldn’t believe. The things men will do when they’re drunk and high on amphetamines and testosterone if a girl or woman is available. Or nearby and unprotected.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
Girl Thursday and Johnny-on-the-Spot
I’m always early, and no one ever believes me. Hi, my name is Cassandra, Cassie to my friends, and that’s Johnny, with his trusty toolbox beside me. He gets the credit, I get the blame: Girl Thursday and Johnny-on-the-Spot.
By Harper Lewisabout a month 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. “And tell Aphrodite to dress for dinner. I won’t have her at my table in cut offs and a tube top.” I noticed Hermes glancing at the chart. “Any table.” If there’s a loophole, he’ll find it. If there isn’t, he’ll make one.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Fiction
