Julie Murrow
Bio
I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
Stories (36/0)
A Winter's Night
That night was magical. From the moment I stepped out of my front door and heard the crunch of frost beneath my feet, I could feel something tangible in the air. There wasn’t a single cloud in that dark night sky and the stars looked like diamonds scattered randomly on a black velvet cloth. I breathed deeply, sucking in a lungful of icy air, exhaling a cloud of hot breath. I loved walking at night and because my house was located in a fairly good neighbourhood on the outskirts of a small, pleasant town I felt safe to venture out late and alone. The small seaside town where I lived wasn’t just a place to reside. I had many special memories that it was home to me. My walks almost always took me towards the sea. Just the shush-shush sound of the waves on the shingle relaxed me and the view from the pier looking back at the town was a snapshot of my life. So tonight, like many others, my feet took me to that special place.
By Julie Murrow4 years ago in Humans
The little things
The media seems to be filled to bursting with images, essays and opinions on the Black Lives Matter issue, and quite rightly so. I was considering this competition prompt and something came to mind that for me demonstrates how sub-consciously ingrained racism actually can be.
By Julie Murrow4 years ago in Families
There you are
There You Are Wow. Just look at it. I mean, really look at it. I love watching the stars and on nights like tonight the sky reminds me of a cathedral dome and the stars are so bright and twinkly I’d say they are more beautiful than the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. And it’s warm tonight too. You know the best way of stargazing is to be flat on your back on the beach, right? Mind you, even that can be unpleasant when the dampness of the pebbles starts seeping into your clothes. And I’ve already got a bad back. Oh, my God. That sound of the waves brushing the shingle ‘shush, shush’. There really is nowhere I’d rather be. I’ve got a black velvet blanket over me, the sea soothing my spirits, the whisper of warm air to tickle my skin and the stars to keep me company with their myths and legends.
By Julie Murrow4 years ago in Humans
Back in the Day
Back in the Day Back in the day life was simple and straight (and not always great) but life had a path that most of us took, which often panned out like a well-known book. Our parents had money to pay for just living not mobiles and tablets and cars and ‘just giving’. We all went to school in one way or other and then got a job just to earn bread and butter. Of course, we had dreams and ambitions and plans but always in mind was one thing at a time. Work. Study. Qualify. Rise. Happy, no gadgets yet still have fun in our eyes. Relationships at school were innocent fun, more serious later and then wedding bells rung. A small home sufficed with make do and mend. No expectations of thousands to spend on furnishings, gadgets and cupboards of crap (full of additives, salt and all sorts of plap). Holidays? No. Or maybe just one in a year or a weekend of sun on the coast (not abroad but here). But then time went by and our incomes improved so we could get a car or eventually move to a house a bit bigger. At some point came children and playing outside, reading a comic or having a bike to ride. And so, on it went. Life wasn’t easy but it was well spent.
By Julie Murrow6 years ago in Poets
Tales of Mr Spinach by Auntie Julie
Tales of Mr Spinach For: Jade’s 7th Birthday From: Auntie Julie, 2005 Once upon a time there was a garden. It was a magic garden because when no-one was around, the vegetables came to life! Only special people know about the magic garden – that’s you and me.
By Julie Murrow6 years ago in Futurism