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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The Haunt of Sleepy Hollow
I went back to the mountains, following the old road out of town. Hardly anyone uses it anymore. They'll tell you the old excuses – 'tis too eldritch up there, 'tis dangerous in bad weather, the newer lower road is so much safer. It follows the old canal towpath, 'tis only dangerous when it floods, and there are plenty of warnings when the storms come through.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Vanity Plates
I could feel the pull again. I jerked away, but luckily kept my hands steady on the wheel. The urges faded as the car passed, and I eased up on the brakes to let the gap get wider.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
The Ghosts of Words
I remember you. Well, at least I think I do. You've been here before. You brought.. yes, that thing. The black club-thing, you asked me to talk, to sing, to tell you about my people.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Blood Diamonds
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Well, that's what the historians said. Historians, the same people who are in the pay of whatever whim of the current royalty. Their words are always flattering, their opinions sway in the high head wind of the current crowned head (cough, cough), and the annals of history take on a certain overblown view of things.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Fish's Gift to Air
Splash! Water fountains, Anti-gravity spangles, Bright reverse raindrops.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Native Soil
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The locals said I could dig up whatever I wanted, but the door itself stays sealed. They made that promise in the long ago, and they would hew to it, and make outsiders do the same.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Aurora
Slashes of fuchsia Limn northern constellations- Electron pavane.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Sky Dancer
Puff! Whoosh! Huff! Pffffft! Whee! It's fun to keep a feather Floating in the air!
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Chicxulub
What is that bright light? I and T-rex roar at it, But I don't have time-
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Sublimination. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My buddies and I were worried. Friends from high school through college, and marriages, and divorces, and kids and all. And Bryan, our “something's off with him” guy, was more and more going off the deep end.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Infinite Simians
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I honestly don't care anymore. If I see another submission from a fifties hausfrau trying to be a tweenie wannabe, hawking yet another clone of Twilight and claiming they have the next platinum-level five-star triple-thumbs-up blockbuster, I will scream.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Threshold
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I can see it, in my mind. Bright, shining, getting stronger and more defined with each passing second. If I hold my breath, the outlines and wood grain and glorious brilliant light spills over the threshold, puddles in a glow you could swim in, gets stronger..
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror