My 8th Grade Work Is Better Than Any Professional Work I’ve Read

Hey! So, have you ever made something that you’ve absolutely fallen in love with, and you think it’s way better than professionals could do? Well, that’s how I feel about my poem. I’m a little on-the-fence about sharing it, but I want people to see it because I love it so much, so I will. Here it is:

By: Samantha Murphy

I remember the time

We were learning to rhyme

When we learned 2 + 2 = 4.

I remember the day

We were a long time away

From finding who we are at the core.

Those were good times

When we could cry and whine

And we wouldn’t get sent out the door.

Going even farther back

When the clothes on the rack

Labeled “T” fit us quite well.

When we could do no wrong

And then for so long

The adults were all in a spell.

When the shadows were scary-

They were monsters and hairy

And would eat us as far as we could tell.

I remember when we

As far as anyone could see

Were little angels, sent from above.

But some things stay the same

And the thing that always came

And still does is never ending love.

That was when I truly realized my writing talent. I mean, I knew I was good at writing before then, but I wrote this over the course of less than ten minutes, using only my mind. Something funny- I just re-read the paper that I was given in 8th grade, and apparently I was supposed to write it on a separate piece of paper. Oops 🙂 Oh well. I still got a 100 on it.

Anyways, this is why I write. Because I love what I come out with. And I just love to write, period. The end. End of story.

I can only write because I love to read, of course. And my love of reading started in the 1st grade, when I brought home Lemony Snicket’s The Bad Beginning, the first book of A Series Of Unfortunate Events. An amazing series, by the way. But, back to my story.

Yes, as a 1st grader, I had my mom read it to me every night before bed. And we read through the whole series. THAT was when my love of reading really started.

My love of writing started in the 3rd grade, when we had to write a short story. I wrote a little something about some characters called Lameia, Haikee, and Sankium. I’ve now turned that little story into The Crystal Guardians: Book 1, which is found here on Wattpad.

My goal is to be published before I turn 18 on September 11, 2016. And I plan to reach that goal, so watch for some new book published by Samantha Murphy in 2016.


P.S. This was written in response to this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge. And as always, the original image URL can be found by simply clicking the image.

A Small Rant Of Sorts

Hey! So, I just read some very, very nasty comments on Wattpad (not on my book, but on someone else’s) that completely pissed me off. I’m not going to get into it now, because I’m going to make a whole post on it later, but let me just say this: even if you’re totally, completely, 100% against gay rights, what the HELL makes you think that you can go and fucking insult them and their lifestyle?! I know, I know, “it’s your opinion” but you know what else? THESE ARE REAL PEOPLE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT, AND YOU’RE BLATANTLY INSULTING THEM!! Okay, I’m going to go take a shower, and then start on the longer post about this. Bye!


Making Covers For Books Is So Much Fun!

Hey! Guess what? I made someone on Wattpad a cover for their book, and they choose it over other people’s covers to use as their one and only cover to display!! Yay! But, so far, that’s only happened twice, although only two people have turned me down (since all the other 10 are still deciding). For example, here’re some of the covers that I’ve made:

This one is one of my favorites!

This is the one that someone else is using! 😀

Alright, I gotta go clean my room if I want to watch this weeks Grey’s Anatomy. Which I do, of course. And my mom wants my room clean by tomorrow anyways, so blech. Wish me luck! Bye!


I Have So Many Ideas For Running

Hey. Well, I have SO MANY IDEAS, it’s not even funny. Like seriously, I spent a whole English class writing scenes for it when I should’ve been taking notes. Although these scenes are all going to take place a little later, it’s still good to write, that way I don’t forget them. Although, maybe I should put a little less detail into them- I probably have half of Running written already, and only three of the first consecutive chapters ready to be put up on Wattpad! Oh well. Whatever works 🙂 Anyways, I gotta go. I’m at school, and my mom or dad is going to be here any minute to pick me up. Bye!



Hey! Well, I finally did it! After over a month, I updated Running. If you want to read Running on Wattpad, click the links below:

There you have it, folks! Now, please go read! And you can make a free account and follow me to receive instant notification whenever I post a story. I’ll follow you back because 1. that’s just what I do, and 2. I like to have my followers and following icons match up. I think it’s cool. Anyways, sorry for the short post, but I’m going to go work on Running some more while I have the time. By the way, that’s why I didn’t update, because I didn’t have type to write. Alright, that’s it. Bye!


I Wish I Had More Money….

Hey. Well, the title says it all. I need more money so I can buy myself a Grey’s Anatomy bag. Yes, I found the website that sells Grey’s Anatomy merchandise. I know, I know, I’m obsessed, but I can’t help it! The show is just too damn good! Anyways, I need $50 so I can get it shipped here by the end of February at the latest. I have it, but I don’t know if my mom will let me spend it. I just wish that she would understand that it’s my money. And anyways, I’ve been wanting to look for some Grey’s Anatomy stuff, anyways (I just always forgot to look when I had my laptop on!). Alright, I think that’s it. I’m going to go work on Running. By the way, sorry I’m so behind on it. I have so many ideas for the rest of the book that I’m forgetting to work on the beginning of it, so I don’t, and Wattpad doesn’t get any updates, which means none for those of you reading it as well, so I apologize. Anyways, bye!


Reminiscing, Emptiness, And Missing

Hey! So, for the first time ever, since I just found out about it and thought it would be fun, I’m going to do the weekly writing challenge that was posted by WordPress. This week’s prompt is to write a post based on a picture, and the picture I chose was emptiness, which is below. Now, without further ado, let’s begin, shall we?

photo credits to Cheri Lucas Rowlands

To my daughter,

These last few months have been really hard. Whoever says time heals all wounds has obviously never lost a child. Because that’s what you are, aren’t you? You’re lost. You were kidnapped at five days old. Your daddy and I only have five days of memories with you. That’s… I don’t know what that is. But it isn’t meant to be. Remind me to go back in time and make sure that the phrase “everything happens for a reason” is never said, either.

Anyway, I guess this whole year has been hard. The let downs, the lost hopes. Especially the loneliness. I was holding on to the hope that you would be back with us for your first birthday. But you weren’t. I was holding on to the hope that you would be back with us for your second birthday five days ago. But you weren’t. Plus, the one year anniversary of your kidnapping happened. I wasn’t prepared for that. Not at all. But I got through it. Just like I’ve gotten through each and every day without you.

I don’t know why people think anything besides you being back can fix my broken, bleeding heart. It’s broken beyond repair. I say this because recently, in the past few months, your daddy and I have gotten a few comments that have told us that maybe we would feel better if we had another baby. Even my best friend said this. Needless to say, she’s not my best friend anymore. I feel like a child saying that, but it’s true. She was the person that I vented to the most, so she should know what I’m feeling. I guess she just wasn’t listening.

Anyways, I just can’t see having another baby when you, my daughter, my only child, my everything, are gone. Your daddy feels the same way. We feel as if it would be betraying you. How could we possibly pretend to be happy with another child? All we want is you.

I don’t think we’ll ever get used to this emptiness, and I know for a fact that the gaping hole in our hearts can’t be filled without you. You are the only thing that can make your daddy and I feel complete. You, and you alone can put us back together again. But we’ll never be fully healed. We’ll never be who we were before you were five days old.

Whenever I think of you, I always wonder where you are. It always makes me feel hollow inside, like I’m nothing. I’m your mom, I should be able to protect you. Instead, I don’t even know where you are. I’m filled with so much despair and anguish at the thought, sometimes I don’t know how I’m still alive.

Wherever you are, do you know that you’ve been gone for two years today? It’s 3:49 AM right now, on November 13, 2000. Exactly two years ago right now, you woke up crying, and I fed you in the night for the last time. In exactly 7 hours and 54 minutes, it’ll be the exact anniversary of your daddy being shot trying to protect us. I remember it so clearly. I was staring down at you, and you were gazing back up at me, and our identical blue eyes, yours so big and bright, refused to look anywhere else besides each other. Your daddy had just started the fire and was standing up when they broke in the windows. I instinctively held you closer and jumped up, screaming. You started to wail. I frantically looked around, the fear settling in my gut. I didn’t see them until I saw the gun, and then a second later heard the shot.

I started to run, not looking back, knowing what would await me. Your daddy on the floor, his life going out of him. I didn’t know where to go, but I knew I had to go somewhere, I knew I had to keep you safe, I knew you were worth my life a million times over. But, despite my speed, despite my motivation- you- I didn’t even make it out the door.

Someone grabbed my hair, and as I fell backwards, I made sure to hold you close so you wouldn’t get hurt. I had time to plant a kiss on your head before they stole you from my arms. I screamed and screamed. But before I even had a chance to react, they were gone.

I curled up into a ball and wailed for a minute before going to help your daddy. I think that’s what saved his life. The sobbing helped me to stop shaking just enough to be able to slow the bleeding so he was able to be moved. He was so pale, I would’ve thought he was dead if I hadn’t heard him murmuring your name, even in his unconscious state. I ran to to other room to get the phone, and ran back to your daddy as I dialed 911, so afraid that he had died in the second it took me to grab the phone.

It took your daddy months to heal. Well, at least physically. The pain of you being gone is still as fresh and raw as it was two years ago. The only thing that keep me alive is my job, which I am so grateful to have, since it allows me to work your file. Despite how hard it is, I don’t feel worthless, like I’m not doing anything. And the thing that really keeps me going is the fact that you might still be alive somewhere. I hold on to the hope that if they wanted to kill you, they would’ve done it in front of me, to cause me more pain.

Baby, know that I won’t stop until I find you. Neither will your daddy. We won’t stop until we can be a family again.

Love, Mommy

That was written in the first person point of view of a character in the book I’m writing, Running. I’m not going to say who, but if you’ve read the first two chapters (which, sadly, is all I’ve put up right now) you might be able to guess. This was really fun to write (not that I expected otherwise! 🙂 ), and it gave me more insight into this character (I almost just typed her name!).

click this cover of Running to read what’s written of Running on Wattpad

Alright, I’m going to go work on more of Running now, which I haven’t updated in over a month since I’ve been so busy. Hope you liked my… um, well, I don’t really know what to call it. You know what I mean. Anyway, that’s it. Bye!