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.
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No Eyes
They say a person cannot use eyes to create a story. That hurts, people! Folx need to know that those organs are the paramount sense, closest and dearest to our hearts and powers of reason. One cannot feel the deep melancholy of the northern aurora, or the torment of the deepest sunset. Or read a story, as Yours Truly types madly.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
A Taller Tale
Of course it happened! Do you think I'm a liar?? Sure as I'm standing here, every word I spoke, I swear, it's true! Do I have to do something drastic to prove it? Throw myself in front of a car? Stop a train? Stop time and space with nothing but a pair of pliers and a chocolate chip cookie?!?
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Stalwart Thwart
I hate being thwarted. I take it as a personal affront. And I attempt to respond accordingly. I am a bulldozer by nature. And by culture. Being Penna Dutch can be downright inconvenient at times; we grew up feeling like a minority, but are of northern white Eurpean extraction. Normal passing, till we open our mouths, and watch the floodgates of racism open up and try to drown you with “jokes” about your own life. Maddening.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Longevity
Parasite
Stupid, soft, insignificant human species. So easy to manipulate, so easy to infiltrate, so easy to insist on our way. Wrong phrasing. These complicated languages are no match for mind-to-mind. Ours, not what you think passes for yours, you insipid creatures. Slippery, like your insides, sliding against each other.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Horror
