Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

435 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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Native Soil
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The locals said I could dig up whatever I wanted, but the door itself stays sealed. They made that promise in the long ago, and they would hew to it, and make outsiders do the same.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Aurora
Slashes of fuchsia Limn northern constellations- Electron pavane.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Sky Dancer
Puff! Whoosh! Huff! Pffffft! Whee! It's fun to keep a feather Floating in the air!
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Chicxulub
What is that bright light? I and T-rex roar at it, But I don't have time-
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Poets
Sublimination. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. My buddies and I were worried. Friends from high school through college, and marriages, and divorces, and kids and all. And Bryan, our “something's off with him” guy, was more and more going off the deep end.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Infinite Simians
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I honestly don't care anymore. If I see another submission from a fifties hausfrau trying to be a tweenie wannabe, hawking yet another clone of Twilight and claiming they have the next platinum-level five-star triple-thumbs-up blockbuster, I will scream.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Threshold
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I can see it, in my mind. Bright, shining, getting stronger and more defined with each passing second. If I hold my breath, the outlines and wood grain and glorious brilliant light spills over the threshold, puddles in a glow you could swim in, gets stronger..
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Horror
Jersey Shore, Whirlwind Edition
I opened an eye. It was still dark. Mrmpf. I hate getting up early. But I'm the one who decided on this festive swaree, and I'm the person who set the schedule, so I'm the one who has to haul my own prodigious tushie out of bed and get on with combobulating.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Wander
Pivot Point. Runner-up in Represented Challenge.
When did it all change? What was the first thing to smack me upside the head and jam its fundamental truth (use real fundament) into my ignorance and prejudice?
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Pride
Not the Sex Stories You Were Expecting. Top Story - September 2024.
I'm an earthy type of girl. Very few topics are off limits, and I ask and give information that would make quite a few polite public topics rather squeamish to others.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Humans
The Organ Grinder
Hunh? What do you mean I stick out like a sore thumb? The trope is so old, no one even thinks about it anymore. Like the sound of a needle scratch, or the sound a phone should make when it rings, only this is visual. They still put those sounds in movies, and some schmuck like me in the background, to properly set the scene. Never mind that three generations of people have never seen this in public, so they've lost the script.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spotted Seal Tavern
I didn't know what to expect when I had to stoop low into the bar. But what I got, was a lot of eyes staring at me. The eyes were odd. Like, they looked normal, till you glanced away, and the eyes would have a yellow sheen to them, not white.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction