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
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So it Begins
October 14, 1929 The careless, unfinished stitches unraveled as Nicole’s camel cashmere coat swung in time with her kitten-heeled steps beneath her tweed pencil skirt, and the hastily-crafted knot of despair slipped out of the lining and tumbled onto the floor of the New York Stock Exchange without touching her, instantly kicked and trampled underfoot, gaining momentum as it traveled through the room, cursing everything it touched.
By Harper Lewis4 months ago in Fiction
Memory and Desire
The steady roar of the whitewater track brings me back to the present. I zoned out while Lila was asking me. . . something. Until very recently, I would have tried to wing it, pretend I heard every word she said, then make an ass out of myself when she sets one of her traps. Always proving to everyone how smart she is. Some people say she has a chip on her shoulder. It’s more like a cinder block.
By Harper Lewis5 months ago in Fiction
