Meredith Harmon
Bio
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.
Stories (201/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
SolutionsTop Story - March 2024
I was itchy. I wanted to shrug, scratch that itch, but Mother wouldn't let me. It was infuriating. It was agonizing. You soft skins, with your flexible parts. Does your progenitor echo at you for flexing, scratching, moving? You try being almost motionless for millennia, and see how you feel when the only excitement comes from hurricanes, earthquakes, landslides!
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
Ambassatrix
I came to King Zi-Rian's court in the late spring of that year, as ambassador sent to His Majesty with rich gifts and messages from surrounding kingdoms I had previously visited. As I was presented to Himself in court, his eldest lounged at the foot of the throne.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge
Assassin - Under Contract
Of course my name is Raven. What else could it be? When you're born with a shock-full of coal black hair and never lost it and it falls past your cute little ass, and it never went through lighter phases in childhood, and even if you have a normal name, it's always Raven. When you have a pointed chin, what they think is cute to call "elfin ears" (bleh!), and even though my eyes were bright blue even after the cyborg modification, it was always Raven. It was the first name I spelled out on the lined paper in school, it was the name I used when I doodled "Raven loves Johnnie" on the cover of my science book, and when I grew older, it was the name I carved into the buttocks of my first victim. He got to live, though the second one didn't. It was a bit easier to carve with a knife by that point, to make the "adjustments" to a person's body required when I took the contract. But the money's more than just good, I get to play with fun toys, and I get to choose my contracts. I'm a freelancer, unlike those poor schlobs in the police force.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Futurism
Cottagecore
There was another dead bunny on the back porch. I wasn't alarmed, at first, but that was the third this week. While my friends appreciate the free meals, three in one week was a bit much. Sssydney, a rather large and imposing black snake, is quite sensitive to these things, and they and I exchanged glances while I quietly breathed the traditional thank-you to the bunny's spirit for the gift of its life.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
Clothilde
We were cut from the same cloth – but she turned herself into pants, whereas I went for a long skirt. I didn't come with a manual. I was a tomboy from the beginning, and was not shy about demanding equality in treatment. Boys don't need to wear shirts, why should I? Does summer heat hit boys harder? No, I will NOT help wash dishes after Thanksgiving when all the men are sitting on their butts watching football instead of cleaning up for the women who made the meal! Why can't I learn how to work on a car, are these esoteric mysteries only available on the Y chromosome?
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Families
- Top Story - March 2024
Damnatio Memoriae
I knew I was in trouble the moment I approached Asgard. I didn't get there the normal way. Death makes a few things very clear, and one is this: if you choose to strip off all that armor that you died in, you become light as a feather. You don't need the sword, the shield, the spear, the hauberk, the spells to travel. You can take them off, and suddenly you can fly.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction