Kim Murray
Bio
Professional daydreamer, and full-time wordsmith, I write stories where fantasy quietly slips into reality. Nostalgia fuels my imagination, cozy games keep me grounded, and my cat provides moral support (and silent judgment).
Stories (21)
Filter by community
The Sword of Ishara
The Lost City thrummed with life — not the bustling noise of a crowded market or the chatter of voices — but a quiet, radiant energy, like a symphony just beneath the threshold of hearing. Erya stood still, her hand still resting on the hilt of the sword, now pulled free from its stone cradle. The blade pulsed in her grip, responding to her presence as though it recognized her — not as a stranger, but as someone long awaited.
By Kim Murray8 months ago in Fiction
Living with Chiari Malformation
For most of my life, I carried an invisible weight — one that I didn’t even understand until I was 21. Growing up, I was no stranger to headaches. They were relentless, pounding in my skull like an unwelcome visitor overstaying their time. I would always describe it as the force of waves crashing against rocks, an unceasing tide of pain that pulsed at the back of my head. It became so constant that I didn’t remember what it felt like to be truly pain-free.
By Kim Murray8 months ago in Motivation
Revisiting the Iconic Kids’ TV Shows of the 90s
Ah, the 90s — a decade where television flourished and became the focal point of pop culture, giving us some of the most iconic shows that have left an indelible mark on viewers and the television landscape. As a fan of nostalgia and retro content, I have decided to be nostalgic and revisit the shows that made the 90s truly magical.
By Kim MurrayExclusive • 8 months ago
Why I Picked Up Jane Eyre
When I first encountered Jane Eyre, I was at a point in my life where I felt uncertain about myself. I was attempting to figure out where I fit in, how to express myself, and what my voice was. I remember feeling overwhelmed by expectations — both from others and from myself — and I was constantly measuring my worth against how others saw me. I felt apprehensive, like I was going through life without fully showing up.
By Kim Murray8 months ago in Writers
The Moon Thief
In the kingdom of Veloria, the moon was not a rock in the sky—it was a silver lantern, hung from the heavens by the gods themselves. It floated gently above the world, tethered by an unseen thread, glowing with soft, celestial light. The moon did not follow phases by orbit or science. Instead, it responded to the ruler of Veloria—their heart, their spirit, their joy and grief. When King Thalen laughed, the moon gleamed full and golden-white. When Queen Ysolde wept, it thinned into a solemn crescent.
By Kim Murray8 months ago in Fiction
Please Don’t Hand Me Electronics: A Cautionary Tale
I am not to be trusted with expensive technology. It’s not that I hate it. I like gadgets! I admire sleek design and shiny buttons. But the moment something costs more than a toaster, my hands go full panic mode. I suddenly hold everything like it’s a newborn made of glass.
By Kim Murray8 months ago in Confessions
