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 (195/0)
- Top Story - January 2024
Operation Winter QueenTop Story - January 2024
To the Admiral of the Fleet: Admiral, I know this may come as a shock to you, but the operation is still active. I repeat, Admiral, this operation is still active. I have compiled what I think is a short chronological account from clandestine memos and his unfinished memoir. This goes back to MI19! I can now begin to guess why the Admiral refused to retire, and the rumour that he was a Baker Street Irregular is likely true. You'd know better than I do on that score. I know you have your hands full with his funeral et cetera, but I believe that this is the reason he refused to leave the office, and died in it. He was still on duty. I will continue to clean it out and look for more skeletons, but it seems everything else was assigned to others as he got older – except for this. Please read, this is urgent:
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Horror
Brightside Revisited
She slipped outside to have a late cigarette. Her latest client wasn't taking the hint, and actually expected his paltry money to allow him to sleep over in her bed. Hers! If he hadn't moved by the time she got back into the warmth, she'd have her servants throw him out. Time was precious, in her profession.
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Criminal
- Top Story - December 2023
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 months 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 Harmon5 months ago in Fiction