Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

428 stories

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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.

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Of Pearls and Plants
It has not been a good year for me emotion-wise. I live in America, and that should be all I need to say on that subject. Bleeping bleep, people are bleeping stupid.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Motivation
The Instinct of Collection. Top Story - November 2024.
Humans can be funny and predictable creatures. I was reminded of that fact strongly when I went to the Renaissance faire at the end of the summer season. I have friends among some of the entertainers; I like to see them perform live, support them, then wander around to check out other performers I think I may like.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Humans
Defining Family
"I'll make up a kettle," Avery muttered as they saw my face when I was blown inside. They hurried into the kitchen. Rowan hung up my coat, and Ash wrapped me in a blanket and installed me in the ratty but comfy chair by the stove. The others drew closer. We weren't rich enough to have an open fire to cuddle near, and we certainly couldn't afford the wood to go with it. We didn't have much at all, but it was ours.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Families
The Table
I miss those days. I miss my Grenny's table, in the kitchen, with its twin brought up the worn wooden stairs, Nestled side by side, formica inset in metal, so retro.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
A Mermaid Skeleton
(Author's note: this is my writeup about my latest project, aimed at the SCA, which is the Society for Creative Anachronism. We study the arts and sciences of the Medieval period, and I may have a reputation for being an instigatrix that likes to push boundaries. With that in mind....)
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Art
Kiss of Crystal Tears
Softly, softly, good gentle vole, The palette has changed, but this is still your cozy home. You were gone quite long, to see the coming of Dawn
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Atmosphere's Ambience
Glint! Glisten! Sparkle! Flash! It is dawn, and the sky is awash in pastel colors. Pale watercolors limn crystalline festoons,
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Not the Type of Gratitude You Were Anticipating
Gratitude? Towards you? I would rather spit, but we're in a drought, and we need every drop of moisture we can get. You're not worth the effort to collect the spit.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Humans
One More Sex Story
Remember all those non-sex sex stories I told you? I remembered one more. Wanna hear it? This one actually has some sex in it! It's integral to the plot! It will also be elided out because the parts surrounding the actual act are funnier!
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Humans
The Blacksmith
The town got nervous when the blacksmith moved in. There were a few questions at first. Why here? They were a town of few people, and well off the beaten path. He was a blacksmith – what custom did he expect out here, with no local mines, and no one with whom to do business? They weren't even big enough to have a mayor, just a town burgher who would take the road for many days to reach a town of consequence when things went awry. Did he expect an army to magically appear, to buy his wares?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Parvabotranimaliphobia. Top Story - October 2024.
It hasn't been named yet, so I'm doing it. And by the power of Science, being the first, it is mine to name! See the word “thagomizer.” These things happen.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Psyche
Substantial Penalties
I was wondering when they would come around to me. Being an independent in my line of work is quite, shall we say, challenging? And vulnerable. So the Guild of Merchants, in their infinite greed, thought to take advantage of me.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction