I’m truly sorry I haven’t been on in a long time!  My writing had to be put off for a while.  My films have been taking most of my schedule.  And if you are in high school right now, you know that we’re having state testing soon.  I will get back to you mikemurphy when I can.  We haven’t started the auditions yet.  The budget cuts might prevent us from starting the film this year.  I’m trying my best to get the film started.  But, if we can’t do it this year, I want to warn you that we won’t be able to start it until January 2011.  You might want to consider finding another director.  For everyone else, I’ll start writing and joining projects when I have the time.  Thank you for your patience everybody! 


I don't do vampire books.  I also don't do zombie and the dead. I like magic though. And I love historical fiction and Christian fiction. I'm a horseback rider, surfer, mountain biker, model, director, runner, photographer, tutor, actress, reader, writer, editor, Padres Scholar, and knitter. Don't act so surprised! I've been knitting since I was ten. I'm also called a nerd. Sometimes I live double lives.




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Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrust the blade
Right into her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

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