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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Jersey Shore, Whirlwind Edition
I opened an eye. It was still dark. Mrmpf. I hate getting up early. But I'm the one who decided on this festive swaree, and I'm the person who set the schedule, so I'm the one who has to haul my own prodigious tushie out of bed and get on with combobulating.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Wander
Pivot Point. Runner-up in Represented Challenge.
When did it all change? What was the first thing to smack me upside the head and jam its fundamental truth (use real fundament) into my ignorance and prejudice?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Pride
Not the Sex Stories You Were Expecting. Top Story - September 2024.
I'm an earthy type of girl. Very few topics are off limits, and I ask and give information that would make quite a few polite public topics rather squeamish to others.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Humans
The Organ Grinder
Hunh? What do you mean I stick out like a sore thumb? The trope is so old, no one even thinks about it anymore. Like the sound of a needle scratch, or the sound a phone should make when it rings, only this is visual. They still put those sounds in movies, and some schmuck like me in the background, to properly set the scene. Never mind that three generations of people have never seen this in public, so they've lost the script.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spotted Seal Tavern
I didn't know what to expect when I had to stoop low into the bar. But what I got, was a lot of eyes staring at me. The eyes were odd. Like, they looked normal, till you glanced away, and the eyes would have a yellow sheen to them, not white.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
On the Bank
I sat down on the muddy grass and let the sun soak into my skin with gentle caresses. Croaks, plops, splashes, honks, squonks, keens, blue jay screams, zooming buzzes greet my arrival.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Fossilized
Do you recall that old, cold, deep, earthy scent, that shale makes? If you were to lick it, you would think it's the quintessential taste of rock.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
The Four C's
Of course I checked. I checked four times, and I even had my colleague here doublecheck just to make sure. I'm sorry, your diamond isn't real. It's not even close to what the valuation described.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
On Waking Up
What the heck did I just dream? Something something walking in a grey-gray city- The Big Apple? Rotten apple, more like. In the dream, I mean.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
On Falling Asleep
I need a new fantasy... Sitting here typing on a keyboard instead of trying to fall asleep, Cords like black and gray twisted forbidden spaghetti trailing down the stairs. Mmm, dusty.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Pawn to G-6
Poppin' pieces on the white, like a blizzard When we play we do it right, go for the gizzard Fianchetto with my bishop (with my bishop), glide to N-f-6
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
PEZ-ure Hunt
Wow, this place is full. Sure, it's still technically summer, but I rather expected most of these kids to be in school already. Mine, on the other hand, go back after Labor Day, so I thought we had a week where we could take a bit of a vacation. And early in the week is supposed to be the quiet time, right?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Psyche