Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

426 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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You Can Do Magic. Top Story - October 2023.
“You're the one that can put out the fire, you know darn well when you cast your spell you will get your way-” “PanDan, if you don't get your lollygagging tookus down here this instant and help us out, you'll get nothing for Samhain! And stop singing, you know how it might affect things!”
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Food For Thought . Runner-Up in Nourished Challenge.
What do you do when you get a devastating diagnosis? I'm Penna Dutch. Our love language is feeding people. What do you do when you don't even know what to feed yourself?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Feast
Enjoy the Silence
I knew we were close. My partner and I, we were so, so close. No, I mean we were about to accomplish our goal, not that we were – you know.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Stay Tuned
Announcer: Coming soon, to a television near you, because you can't pretend we didn't take over the whole cable market: [Swelling music, pan into an apartment, needle scratch]
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Humor
The Bestest Thing
What is this? What's this I see? A space ship coming straight at me! A strange, tentacled alien From extra-terra van emerges -
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Ruby Heart
Dannell Smythe, Esquire, sat gingerly amongst the trappings of... opulence. Defnintely an opulent feel. He couldn't help it. He was wondering if he hadn't just made the worst blunder of all time.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly Dreams
“Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction.” - Master Zhuang, Chinese philosopher, one translation
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
She Asks Interesting Questions
(Of course this one follows Chapter 6, Doing it Wrong. Which will be about the times that I flubbed and it had far-reaching consequences.)
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Chapters
That Dratted Book
This one's gonna be painful in the cringiest of all cringeworthy cringes. Strap in people, and wear your helmet, it'll be a flinch-worthy ride.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Writers
Anesidora
I like it here now. It's quiet. It's safe. There's room to breathe, think. There's room for my personal effects. Yes, I do have possessions, and I want them tidy and neat.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Home of the Brave
I got kicked out again. I like it better than the house. It gets crowded in the bed, with all of us sleeping together. Dad wants it that way. I don't, but I'm a girl, so my opinion don't matter. It's him, his new wife, his girlfriend, his other girlfriend, and all the kids, in a big ol' bed. We shoved two queen sized together for there to be enough room.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Chapters
Bitter Pill to Swallow
I'm an abalone kind of person. It's a family meme. My parents pulled me out of sixth grade for a half a year so we could tour the country. I like trying new foods, and we found a lovely little bistro in San Francisco that was selling abalone sandwiches. It. Was. AMAZING! Tasted like the best oysters EVER, melted in your mouth, not too much breading, just the best.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in BookClub