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 (151/0)
Breaking a Generational Curse
When I'm driving, my mind tends to wander. This can fall into the category of “a dangerous pastime,” as Lafou says, especially since I tend to reach into the past and try to figure out what the heck people's problems were with me. Obsessive? Perhaps, but I do try to improve myself, and I firmly believe in doing post mortems of relationships, no matter what kind. If I'm going to make mistakes, I want to make new ones, not repeat past screwups.
By Meredith Harmon5 days ago in Psyche
The Price of a Cat's Life
Meritaten stumbled out of town, cradling the shell of her closest companion to her chest. She didn't understand. Did not the priests teach that cats were an embodiment of the joy in life? Did they not teach that, in order to be welcomed into the hereafter, one's heart must drop all cares and worries, so one could be judged with a heart as light as a feather? Did they not also say, that animals that choose you as companion must be cherished, adored, even revered and worshipped?
By Meredith Harmon11 days ago in Fiction
Daphne Unedited
It's hard to play the lyre when you're constantly being rained on. Even the Maenads had given up, and they were the most hardcore partiers you could ever imagine. He once watched them stuff Silenus head first into a giant olla when he'd gone too far one night. Normally they could shrug off the worst of weather, but even he, a god, had lost count of the days in a row that he'd tried to hold court – and it rained. And poured. And rained some more. Like that place he'd heard mentioned, far north and west, where they wore puckers in their tunics, and walked through briar patches for fun.
By Meredith Harmonabout a month ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
Blackmail and Sinismoglio
Janice, be a dear and transcribe this piece out, please? And check to see if “Anaphoric Prosmonia” is taken as a clinical diagnosis? Needs a proper name, not that drivel the client babbled about. This could make me rich! No, I mean it could make US rich, of course! What do you mean you're putting this conversation in the official transcript too? Proof? Blackmail? Oooh, you stinker! Fine, I'll cut you in. Standard 60/40 split like usual. Yes, I'll pay you for the last time before you deliver this transcript, sheesh!
By Meredith Harmonabout a month ago in Fiction
