Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

445 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 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 Harmon2 years 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 Harmon2 years 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 Harmon2 years 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 Harmon2 years ago in Psyche
Kindness Carousel
Sometimes the kindness of strangers makes a difference. It was early in the day, and there were lines of people coming in to park in the lots surrounding Historic Smithville. Most stores were still closed, so we thought we'd take the kids to the carousel first. They're young, and at that perfect age where riding the horses is still magical.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Psyche
The Other Definition of Revenge
If you're white Anglo-Saxon Protestant, like me (guilty as charged, can't help my genetics, but I can psychoanalyze the eff outta them genes), you've heard this phrase:
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Motivation
The Wild X-Wing
Just built a wild X-Wing, man those vanes sound like they're singing Woo, woo, woo-ooo That there's my rad Artoo, he's the brains that keeps me winging
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Eye of the Storm
Susurrative noises rustle in the trees, and I breathe in the restlessness of the air. Interruption, intrusion, converts to stillness and settling as the cool breeze pauses.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Creative Kenning
Susurration stilled, shushing sounds surrounding stressful squeaks, silly squabbles. Irritating interruptions interrogate inner imaginings, instilling inexplicable images.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
In the Shadow
It was a horrible day, the moment that I realized I would never be allowed in the spotlight. You know his name. I won't name him for copyright reasons. Oh, not that universe, or the other one. And he's been seen in both of those, the multiverses, song verses, whatever. Suffice it to say, you know the name.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Cookie Cutter Cunundrum
What have we here? It's the Ultimate Sidekick! They block! They chop! They throw distraction techniques! They even make julienne fries!
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction