Hi there! You took some time to check out my profile, good for you. So…why did you do that again?

Anyway, my name is D’Carlo Dominick Murphy. Most of my friends call me Murphy. I’m currently 18 born July 27th 1999 (better send me a birthday shout out) and I like to read and write thus the reason I’m on this site.

How I started:

Apparently my 14 year old self thought it would be a good idea to tell the story of how I came to…write stories so…sure why not?

When I was in elementary school in 3rd grade I wasn’t much on the popular side so I usually played by myself. And by ‘played’ I meant sitting under a tree and hoping someone would notice me. As a kid who was never really allowed to go outside and socialize I wasn’t the best at talking to people. So I started expressing myself in different ways.

I really started playing with the other kids in third grade but it didn’t quite work out. In the fourth grade I started doing more creative stuff like drawing which really started catching people’s attention because I drew optical illusions like the Necker’s cube and did little flip book animations but after I ran out of optical illusions and paper to draw on people stopped coming.

Then I started writing and boy did I gather attention.

It’s actually a very funny story how I got so much attention from the most popular kids in school at the time. What I did, as a child in grade five bear in mind, was write stories about my friends and I and whoever liked who in real life dated whoever they liked in the story. So basically, my best friend at the time, Edison, liked this girl named Tia and they both were in the story kissing, hugging and even doing not PG-13 things to each other.

I was 10 at most don’t judge me.

I wasn’t aware what I was doing was stupid I just knew that what I was doing was getting people to like me. My friends would stand over me and watch me write new chapters and even now, when I see those old friends today, the only thing they remember about me was basically writing porn in the middle of English class.

Ah…humble beings.

So yes that’s how I started writing but I don’t like to think of it that way. I don’t quite see my exploits of grade five and six writing lustful stories as my beginning of writing because I currently don’t want to be a writer. Per se…

Today, I am working towards my dream job. I am a video game developer and designer. “Why haven’t we played one of your games?” Quiet you.

So I don’t see myself in grade five and six as my start to writing I see my life as far back as I can remember as my start of creation. Ever since I was a child I enjoyed making and appreciating some form of art. Never in my life do I remember myself not being a critic or not being creator to something.

For example the first thing I ever remember critiquing was video games and the first ever thing I ever did that was sort of artsy in a sense was planting a seed that has grown into a tree that I still see today.

So yes, my adventures of writing porn in a sixth grade math class were just moments in time. Now, I’m a serious game developer. Now, I’m a creator.

Apparently I did quotes as a child. Huh, I thought I was wise. Anyway, here they are:

Why would someone look for something when it is looking for you? Inspiration cannot be found because it finds you.

Inspiration can fall on your head, try to kill you, and it can even kiss you on the lips. But if you can get so overwhelmed to find a piece of paper to write it down you realize you forget what just happened.

Laughs because I thought I was so wise

Naw, naw, naw. Inspiration is a lot of stuff but you should run to write that crap down. Why? You know how really cool things sound when you break them down into their simplest form? Watch this.

All the good guys at first die only really leaving the kids who everyone at first sort of dislikes and some wolves. War starts, daddy dies, kid runs off to go fight wars, oh yeah across a huge sea what I call the narrow sea there’s a really pretty girl and she has these dragons and everyone loves her and then there’s this guy who can’t talk but everyone loves him and then winter is coming but it’s taking really long to come because of winter zombies that die to fire and dragon stone stuff.

That’s Game of Thrones

Everything that’s incredible is stupid if you break it down to its most simple parts. An inspiration comes to you? Writes it down and just because it sounds stupid doesn’t mean it’s stupid. Even if it is, pile enough stupid together and you get something incredible or something incredibly stupid and you can look back and laugh at it. Want to create? Don’t Google how to write, pick up a pen or open word and write.

Anyway, enough of ‘inspirational’ Murphy. Let’s continue to make fun of my younger self.

So, younger me was about 14 when I made this account and a 14 year old boy is very different from his 18 year old counterpart. Why? Puberty

You can even tell (takes a minute to get all the chuckles out of my system) how terrible I was at containing it. Seriously, look at my writing from my current Kids Next Door story and a direct copy and paste of 14 year old me writing Grojband: Love with a Price.

18 year old The Great Age War:

Number four wondered why his very old and prominent yet 'newly discovered' emotions for Number three was all of a sudden popping up. Better yet, why was he dealing with them so well?

Before, he'd simply push Number three away when he wanted her close by and now they're in the same bed together just lying there innocently exploring their new emotions like some 'lovey dovey' teenagers. But Wally just dropped the thought and presumed he hit his head in the right way on that mission.

Kuki made her way up to Wally's face. She placed her forehead on Wally's cheek and hummed to him.

"I don't want this to end Wally." She looked him in the eyes and he looked back and the gaze commenced, her soft eyes instantly capturing Wally's attention.

He held her cheek and smiled. He whispered back, "It doesn't have too."

14 year old Love with a Price:

Kin was encouraging his brother enough to keep him occupied. "So Core, I sneaked a peak at Laney when she walked out of her cab. I think you'll be impressed."

That was weird and what did he mean by impress- Oh crap she's hot! "Hey guys I missed you so much!" Laney started to give hugs to Kin and Kon. For some reason I was bothered by this but I ignored it and replied.

"Hey Laney!" She let go of the twins and ran towards me to give a hug. I hate to say this but Laney has M-matured a lot since she left. Man what has Florida done to her?! She gave a tight squeeze and something was poking me, more like two something's. It was her… mmmm h-her chest.

If those things keep poking me like that it won't be too long tell she's the one getting poked. After the greeting we decide to have a little band session to see if Laney gotten rusty.

Is slowly dying from the cringe…

Don’t get me wrong, when I’m like 20-25 I’m going to come back to this site, I’m going to open up this account, I’m going to reread all the good fanfictions I’m writing now and say “Jesus Christ this is terrible.” So you know what future me? I’m leaving Love with a Price and the Price can’t be Paid just so you can suffer- I mean remember your humble beginnings.

Anyway guys, if you’ve gotten this far…what’s wrong with- thank you for reading up on me as a person and have a good one.

Other platforms to see me do stuff!

Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCj6EnfcBfSVfqvYTrPi7jAA

Snapchat - murphinator242

Instagram - murphinator141