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)
My Family, My Teachers
To all the teachers in my family, and all the things you taught me - If you're very, very lucky, family are just friends you didn't get to pick yourself - they were already in place when you arrived, like the furniture and 70's shag carpeting. Unlike the carpeting, the teaching has stuck around for far longer, with far-reaching consequences that even my parents would never have guessed at.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Families
Our Rescue Pup
My granddog is a rescue. Well, okay, scratch that. If we're being completely honest, my granddog rescued herself. The details about her alleged abandonment are sketchy, and I will make if generic enough that the original owner can't come after me for making them look bad. Suffice it to say, the owner moved, and Muffin was somehow left behind. There was some sort of abuse involved at the place puppers was left at, and one day Muffin had had enough, and took off at an opportune time to see if there was a better place in the world than where she was.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Petlife
The Manacled Magician
He woke up screaming again. The bracelets locked on his wrists burned like iced iron, and he could feel the spell tapped into his magic channels like hot needles under the skin. Every time he moved, the sensations shifted - now at his fingertips, now at his knees, wherever his thoughts and focus strayed, the pain followed. Like a viper attached to his thoughts, it would bite wherever his mind's eye looked.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Goose Chase
I found the first cypher in a dry-as-Sahara treatise on Victorian table settings. By the time I'd found the third, I'd scoured all the public libraries in the city, and was now methodically combing through each and every private library in each doge's residence - that is, their summer palace, their winter palace, and also their spring cottages and country camps and hunting lodges. And mistress' flats, and even some servants' quarters.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Cotillion
Joan was radiating happiness as they left the party. She was on the arm of one of the most famous singers on the planet, who'd asked her out (finally!) after so many late night talks on campus, and he seemed to really like her! For once, she was on top of the world.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Braids and Coils
The gathering was small this year. Many tribes stayed home, or very close to home, to defend and rebuild. Many, many people were taken by the raids from the outsiders. Most should be buried with their ancestors now...well, those that could be found. Many younglings were missing as well. It did not bode well, though the outsiders had now been quiet for the last few months.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
The Back Room
It had never occurred to me before, really. I've had blind spots like this my entire life, plus, I'm not really one to peek and pry into corners, or behind Employees Only doors. Everyone is entitled to places where they're not on display for my personal benefit, so why should I go where I don't belong?
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Petlife
The Wells of Gems
I'd been finding sparkly rocks for as long as I can remember. My mother hated me for it. No matter where I went, down to the brook or up the path to visit Granny or into town, I'd come back with a bit of stone that flashed light in my eyes as I walked. I kept them in the bottom of the bed box - who would care but me what I slept on? I cleaned out the rushes regularly and kept it tidy, so why should she care? But she threw out my rocks twice. I found them all the first time, since she just tossed them at the edge of the meadow. The second time she had to fish me out of the brook, many times, screaming. Father had to holler at her something fierce because she kept dragging me back to the house, and I'd leave to fetch more of my pretties, and he finally threatened to tie her to something and let me be. If I was hurting no one, and it didn't dirty the house, what was her problem?
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction