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.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
Stories (293)
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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 Lewis8 days 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 Lewis8 days 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 Lewis9 days 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 Lewis9 days ago in Horror
Death Throes of 2025
It must be nearly over, the neighbors have begun lighting the wicks and fuses of the missles, bombs, and candles in their arsenals. The dog is hiding under the coffee table in the loft, and I still haven’t moved my clothes into the closet in the other room. Clean sheets are on the bed, and my husband is shuffling the cards. We went out for pizza after crossing new sexual intimacy bridges, skipped the appetizer, and shared a piece of cheesecake after one slice each, sausage and onion. We brought the rest home in a box.
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Writers
