Meredith Harmon

Joined June 2021

445 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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Day 6 - On a Whim
Hmm. Today, I had planned to drive around the upper reaches on Lake Champlain on the U.S. side, to visit Vermont and a particular museum and visit the most nommy fish & chips shop this side of the pond.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Wander
Day 5 - Glass Beads!
Today's the day of the event! When we landed last night, I texted our friend that we'd arrived at our hotel, near the event site. She was minutes from landing herself, and she wanted to get her tent set up before the rain came.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Wander
Shattered
How did you fall out of love with me? Broken dreams, shards beneath my feet. Razor's edge leaves bloody soul prints in empty, ghost-filled
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Online Breakup
Do I trust my girlfriend? Sure, of course! What are you insinuating? What private social account? You have strong evidence?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Callooh Boo Hoo
Ain't no brillig when he's gone Any time he goes to slay Ain't no mimsy in the zone The jubjub bird is all alone When it's time to go and slay
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
My Green Tourmaline
Set in silver this will really shine A few more facets and it will be mine I am a jeweler and that is my sign Now watch me display
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Love and the Narcissist
Bitter betrayal from a dead soul. When I caught feels, the masks fell off. Left to navigate alone, Victim of bait and switch.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
The Old Jail
When the day fades, thick bars clang, the single spot of light Behind the old jail's stone tower fades into the night. For undying faith to exist, a shred of hope is required,
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
Dogma
I heard Casey, the neighbor, calling for me before I even finished my breakfast. I laughed quietly to myself, but wolfed my cereal before trotting outside with biscuits to share.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Moodus
Dad finally kicked the bucket. It was a long time coming, and I had already grieved the person he should have been. It was a relief, really. He'd long since given up on living, though his body refused to give in till years later.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Safety Net. First Place in Summer Solstice Challenge.
What town? We're an enclave. We're farmers. We till the soil like our forefathers, and our children's children's children will till it, till the end of time.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
The Wish
I was bored. School was out, and there was nothing to do in this freaking dull town. Mom and Dad and the rest of the old people can blather all they like about The Way Things Used to Be. Stubborn old farts, mouthing the exact same things their parents used to say. Blah blah thrilling blah blah battles all along the road, blah blah British soldiers and Hessians. So exciting! So invigorating! Such handsome soldiers!
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction