http://slow.writerscafe.org/Murphy%20Lee The original writings of author Cassiopia Summers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973802 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short and Sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1400677/ Under the stars she thinks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1400109/ Thoughts and Memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1400107/ Fears of ones life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1400103/ I feel the burn, deep down in my core.&nbsp;I want it more.It drives me crazy,&nbsp;and pains every inch of my body.In the end,&nbsp;I know it is all worth it.&nbsp;It hurts yes,&nbsp;but I love every minute of it.&nbsp;The longer it lasts,&nbsp;the happier I am.&nbsp;When I feel the pain the next d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1211323/ Just sitting outside during a storm, listening to my Daddy sing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1201038/ Angel of Mercyyou've been there for me for years.&nbsp; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1197613/ He sits across from me sipping his drink.And I know I'm attracted to him.&nbsp;His hair always a tousled mess,&nbsp;but I like it.&nbsp;The moonlight seeps onto the balconygently lighting up his features.&nbsp;I want to feel his lips on mine,&nbsp;so I carefully make my move.&nbsp;As he lights up a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1197119/ She's a shell of her former self.An empty, hollow shell.&nbsp;She feels numb, it starts in her chest where she knows her heart lies.&nbsp;It spreads like a fog throughout her body to her extremities.She's frightened because she has no idea how to stop the demon.&nbsp;It eats at her, slowly draining .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1196720/ How I am feeling at the moment... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1196714/ The moment their eyes met he knew he'd made a mistake, knew he'd married the wrong woman. Since that day, every time they were working together there was a spark between them. He had a feeling that she felt it too, but he wasn't certain.&nbsp;She was in the process of finishing her training, on her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/1159822/ Me and a friend Andrew are gonna be challenging eachother for different types of writing. :) Here's the first challenge. :) You'll be seeing more writing from me, more often now, thanks to him. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/761037/ How I feel about the love of my Mom's life. My step-dad. :) <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/760932/ What I think about when I'm walking in the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/757112/ Have you ever...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/752630/ How could this happen? How can I see you? How can you speak with me? It must have happened during the accident... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/752612/ Everything changes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/750272/ What I wrote for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/729710/ A girl struggles with how to tell him it just cannot be any longer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/726356/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/721074/ Just a random writers block breaker. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/720864/ A teens life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/672412/ There are ways... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/672409/ Once you're hooked, how do you stop it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/672404/ Just a Forensics assignment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/662835/ We aren't born vampires, we're chosen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/632891/ I arrived at school, and hoped for the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/625374/ "Funny how words can..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/621925/ Have you ever wondered.....? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/605780/ It licks, surrounds quickly, gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/602446/ Why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/600482/ A wife beaten no longer takes it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/600115/ She has a great morning, and remembers a good memory... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/600005/ A girl looks down upon her body as well as her boyfriend's... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/599985/ She still can't believe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/599981/ Smile... [= http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/599820/ I saw a puddle and it reminded me of a Wishing Well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/597999/ Inspired by a book series I am reading, Daughters of the Moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/597938/ Let the story unfold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/592938/ I wrote this for my Daddy. RIP 1962-2009 <3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/590660/ A poem about an unplanned murder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/590023/ Ain't gonna happen...what an a*s. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/590005/ A poem about teenage pregnancy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/589996/ I walked into the house after school to see Father hitting mom again. I watched him&nbsp; slam her into the wall, slap her already swollen, bruised, and bleeding face, and wrap his hands around her neck. As soon as he realized I was there, he turned his&nbsp;rage on me. I shut the door just as he sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/580014/ We had the 'perfect' family, or so everyone thought. When in reality our family was just as or more fucked up than anyone else's. Mom was a shell of her former self, a quiet weeping woman. She hadn't been herself since&nbsp;the drunk driver hit her car, now she was disabled because she couldn't use .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/579732/ This was also written in 9th grade, haha, and yes it is a memory of Freddie http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/579355/ Haha, 9th grade poem as well. I remember because this is about my friend Freddie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/579303/ I wrote this in 9th grade when my ex broke up with me, this is how it went down too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/579293/ I wrote this in 9th grade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/579282/ My first attempt at a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murphy-Lee/577219/