I wrote this with my friend. More is coming soon if people like it.

It was a dark and stormy night. Meg sat beside the fireplace, listening to the rain patter against the window. She held a book in her hands, The Ashwick Society. Meg had spent all her time when she was not cooking, which never ends well for her, reading this book. She finds it is best to read when there is rain. It is calming and peaceful, especially with the cozy, little fire dwindling beside her. 

Meg remembered that she was expecting company for dinner, so she reluctantly put down her book and walked across the living room. She entered her wide hallway, which housed a small closet on one side and a staircase on the other. At the end of the hallway was an opening into the kitchen. She walked in and opened a small cabinet containing plates and glasses. She removed two plates and cups and set them on the dining table across the room.

Meg set a large plate of turkey on the center of the table, along with sides and napkins. Just as she placed the bowl of mashed potatoes, a knocking sounded at the door. Meg excitedly opened it, and said “Hi, Greta!” It was her neighbor, Greta, of course. Greta wore an off-white cardigan and mud-splattered boots. Her plain shirt and pants were soaked with rain, but she didn’t mind as she slid past Meg into the house.    

Greta had long, blonde hair that came in soft waves, unlike Meg’s curly brown hair. Greta had blue eyes which contrasted with Meg’s nutmeg colored ones. 

“It’s quite wet out there.” Said Greta, propping her drenched umbrella against the wall. She took off her muddy boots, to save Meg the chore of cleaning the carpets, and followed Meg into the kitchen. 

They sat on the wooden chairs and had plates full of turkey, mashed potatoes, and fresh green beans.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Exclaimed Meg. She jumped up and hurried out of the room. Moments later, she reappeared with a basket of warm rolls. Meg smiled as she got out the honey and butter. 

“I love honey with my bread! You remembered!” Greta exclaimed. When Meg had sat down Greta took a roll with some honey and bit into it as if it were the best rolls she'd ever tasted. “So, Meg, have you heard of the event going on downtown?”