Carmen Corridon
Stories (3/0)
Carnivore!
have a confession. I am a carnivore. I’m also extremely weird. Let me explain the carnivore part first. You see, I LOVE meat. I can eat chicken, literally, every single day and not get tired of it. Porkchops? Bring it on. Beef? Oh, heaven! And that’s just listing the basic. I think the only meat I don’t like is fish (and even then, some get a pass like canned tuna fish) and slimy seafood like oysters. And the only reason I don’t like ham is the salt content but when I can get my hands on a ham that is unsalted, oh, delish!
By Carmen Corridon3 years ago in Feast
Doors (Book 1 of the Longwood Series)
It had been two weeks since she went to church. Gwynn dropped in often as did Maureen. Sheila made other friends from the neighborhood, but Gwynn and Maureen were her favorites. She could tell them anything and, often, they had the same answer.
By Carmen Corridon3 years ago in Horror
A Fatherly Love
The sky was clear blue. Birds flew in random patterns under the blanket of fluffy clouds on the beach. The sand looked soft and warm. He didn’t care about the weather or the birds, only her. His heart filled with sadness and pain as a a breeze ruffled his hair. She had been ripped away from him, given lies about him until she hated him without even having met him. He loved her desperately. They were walking on the boardwalk with shops, little restaurants and ice cream parlors crammed together. Chairs with umbrellas littered the walkway.
By Carmen Corridon3 years ago in Families