Meredith Harmon
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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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Staking My Territory
Dear Diary: My dreams are metastasizing. If it were just Type One and Type Two mashed together, I would sneer. So what if I'm naked? The thing that held such terror for me when I was a teen, now barely registers on my radar. Now it seems to team up with “you have to go back to high school to take that class you missed / dropped, otherwise your entire career is a lie because you don't have your diploma.” Um, have you seen the state of the world recently? Don't threaten me with a good time. Back to high school as an adult? When I can drive myself to school? Who cares if I miss the bus? So what if I'm naked when I miss the bus? You want to stare at boobies that have their own zip code? Each?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Main Character Immunity
Click Combat armor damaged but still doing its job, still have ammo, can move though the knee is giving me some grief, that's the door I have to get through, I know I'll need a passcode, but before that I have to get through a ton of bad guys between here and there. I check my battery pack – yeah, decent power, but I'm going to need a distraction. I turn to my team...
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Futurism
The Sundering of a Fellowship
Why do they always appear when I'm not home? This time when I walked back from market, with a basket laden with fresh vegetables, they were sitting on the bench and around the well. The whole typical crew – paladin, brick, healer, thief, druid, archer, and... something not quite human. Look, I don't judge, I just don't know how to class them any more. Every time I try to keep up on the latest names, the more the younger generation tries to obfuscate it.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Juniper Dream
I can't believe this trip was ten years ago already. Have I changed so much in the last decade? Yes, in fact. The answer to that is a resounding yes. Lockdown, plague, double diagnosis, moving, almost dying a few times, losing friends and fam to death and even more to the political divide, having to completely change my lifestyle including eating habits (which means that restaurants are out, so lost some “friends” because they were just hanging around because we were generous with picking up the tabs), and dropping a quite malicious little narcissist.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Wander
Stranger in Town
He suddenly showed up in seventh period class. To this day, I don't remember what teacher or what subject, but oh I can tell you every curve of his face, his shadowed cheeks, his dark hair that flopped over one eye and made me want to run my fingers through it.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
