Meghan Butler
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Stories (3/0)
Taste of the Country
Growing up in a town of 1,200 people with one stoplight, a McDonald's, and a small Italian restaurant did not exactly allow my tastebuds to flourish when I was young. Every week was the same: Monday was pizza and wings because my mom cleaned the house all day, Thursday my stepdad made "Smash Sandwiches" consisting of delicious deli meat smothered in ranch dressing with fries smashed into the whole concoction, and the rest of the week my mom cooked. We sat at the table every night and discussed our day while finishing our usual meals that consisted of a meat, a vegetable, and a grain.
By Meghan Butler3 years ago in Feast
Doppel
The town of Gänger had it’s perks. I couldn’t name one off the top of my head, but I’m sure there were some. Since as far back as I can remember, he was there, taunting me, tricking me, mocking me. Whenever things were going well, he would show up to put a damper on my very existence.
By Meghan Butler3 years ago in Futurism
Passion for Pie
“Ma’am, you’re welcome to stay with me while I clean up, but I’m going to lock the door because we close at 2. Let me get you some coffee or tea, on the house,” Amelia said to the glammed-up woman with shoulder-length silver curls. She had been sitting at the corner table in Amelia’s coffee shop since about 11 o’clock that morning.
By Meghan Butler3 years ago in Families