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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Life's Messy - Clean It Up
Remember, we’re all pulling for you. That means nothing but a load of horse’s dung, when it’s only MY life on the line! Of course it was me knocking on the door of the most evil wizard of our time. Not because the Council decided I was the best choice to defeat them, oh, no. Not because the Council literally begged me to do this, knowing they stood no chance. Not because they offered a completely staggering life-changing reward, which of course I will take anyway if I win.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Fiction
Nah, I'm Good
Yeah, no. Just no. I have more than a few problems with the way this challenge has been presented. Lots, in fact. Firstly, I get it. I know stories have been pirated, run through AI, and re-published. Completely get it. I’m sure more than a few of my own are out there.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Writers
Shipshape
How can you not see the ship going down? Do you actually believe your own propaganda? The commercials? The CEO? They say the store made millions last year.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
It's My Garden
It’s my garden and it’s dry so I’ll water Pick a new flower Get caught in a shower It helps me chase away my blues *******
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
You Will Never Know. Top Story - June 2025.
You tried to kill me. Don’t try to deny it, the evidence is quite clear. It was close, my dear. Very, very close. But you wouldn’t know about that, would you?
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
Why is The Trail Here?
Why is the trail here? Nature enthusiasts: Because it winds around picturesque valleys, ambles through a valley following the river to the sparkling sea, whispers its way through an old growth forest carefully preserved, and tiptoes through a swamp still very much alive with ancient crocodiles.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Poets
Bluebeard's Legacy
We all have one. At least. Here in Merrie Olde England, throw a rock, and you’re likely to hit some kind of landed aristocracy. As long as the dusty titles give the children access to Eton or Cambridge, we really don’t care about much else.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Fiction
Sister Light, Sister Dark
I hope I didn’t smile as I watched them set the needle in his vein. Bloodthirsty? Me? Oh, honey, you have no idea what you’re talking about.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in Fiction
Fossil in the Cliffs. Honorable Mention in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Down a little lower, a little lower…. There! I didn’t need the ghost to guide me, but knowing who was guiding my hand, I didn’t mind in the slightest.
By Meredith Harmon7 months ago in History
Forge and Sanctuary. Runner-Up in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
I set the stake into the ground with a little more force than was probably necessary. It was happening with increasing frequency, so I knew with certainty it would happen again today. Might as well make it a part of my daily routine, I suppose.
By Meredith Harmon8 months ago in Pride
Paradise or Perdition
I lay in bed, and mulled the words of Brother Conrad, with equal parts trepidation and rising hope. He spoke so eloquently on a new life, a different life. A life without the restrictions that I found so uncomfortable, with no way out.
By Meredith Harmon8 months ago in Pride
Warning: Causes Unlimited Cursing
From The Chronicles of the Upside-Down Grimoire, copied and translated into modern parlance by our own inimitable Barto Svalta, from shredded scroll to battered paper to mouse-nibbled parchment to leaflet to tattered book to moth-eaten tome, from time immemorial and unknown:
By Meredith Harmon8 months ago in Chapters