M.C. Murphy
Bio
Words have the power to change everything.
Achievements (1)
Stories (22/0)
Pain and Love are Synonymous Sisters
I don't remember the first time I saw you in any other way than a vague memory. A snapshot that may have been constructed later, simply from what I had been told. Or maybe it is authentically my own. I'd like to think that. A piece uncovered from my subconscious. And if that's true, were you wearing a surgical mask? Is that just how I imagine it should be or is this image really mine? It would be my first memory of you, and I swear I do remember, yet I'll never know.
By M.C. Murphy 2 years ago in Families
The God Tree
"If the animals eat it, it's probably safe," Charles assured his brother, attempting to hide his own hesitancy. Neither were fully convinced. The clothes on their bodies were far too slack though. Their britches now held up with frayed rope stolen from a splintered, wooden swing. That rope couldn't hold a child up anymore, too brittle, they reasoned, and Mama didn't have anything to sew with. Then Mama was dead and buried, without a box, next to their old dog.
By M.C. Murphy 3 years ago in Fiction
In a Bull's Eye
My Grandma, the eternal eclectic, had lived in Southern California since she was a young teenager. Growing up a farm girl in rural Colorado, her early years spent in an old one room schoolhouse, I can only imagine the culture shock it must have been starting high school in Long Beach. Yet she fit in immediately. Even on the farm, she had always had the heart of an artist. All the flair and eccentricity to make it as a Golden Era Hollywood actress. Luckily for me, she chose to be a full time Mom instead.
By M.C. Murphy 3 years ago in Earth