Meredith Harmon
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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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Coyote and The Border
“You want me to do WHAT??” Loki shook his head, glaring at the Creator. “Look, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I didn’t think you’d be unwise enough to foist this off on Coyote. Just because I turned you down, this is your Plan B? The European god of chaos refused, so shove it onto the North American trickster god, because colonialism? Did you go mad, hanging on that tree?”
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
Emerald in Matrix
“Are you all right? You have that pensive look on your face again.” Juana Consuela Miguela Antonia Serrana y Herrero de Casa Esmeralda, True Scion of House Emerald, would smack anyone who tried to use her full name. I’m one of the few who could get away with using it, because I can’t stop my thoughts from leaking into her head.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
Raising Cain. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
The test was negative, of course. I don’t mind, though. Really. Being a vessel for my Pick Me golden sister is not something I would choose, except that it’s what "the family" wants.
By Meredith Harmon2 months ago in Fiction
The Dark Side of T2D
As I type, I’m trying very, very hard to keep my temper under control. Unfortunately, it’s not for any good reason. I’ve been holding (relatively) steady with Type 2 Diabetes for eight years now. I’ve slipped a bit; I slid into depression during COVID lock down, and again after last year’s election results. I’ve gone from a pre-diabetic 6.4 A1C to an 8.2 A1C as of two weeks ago, so I’ve got to get my act in gear.
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Humans
Party Animal
Hudson was outside, staring at the vultures. Look, I don’t really care for dogs. But now that we’ve got a proper collar on it, and the proper spells, it can’t harm us. We hope. Hudson can come and go as it pleases, but the Magi-Flee barrier on all the doors prevent its carrying any creepy crawlies into the house. And considering how insistent Hudson has been, going in and out, the place smells like lavender all the time.
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Fiction
