Emilie Turner
Bio
I’m studying my Masters in Creative Writing and love to write! My goal is to become a published author someday soon!
I have a blog at emilieturner.com and I’ll keep posting here to satisfy my writing needs!
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Building a Writing Routine
Writing consistently and productively isn't just talent or something you're born with. It takes discipline, rhythm and an environment conducive to creativity. Whether you're working on a novel, short stories, a blog or a University assignment, a strong writing routine can turn inspiration into actuality.
By Emilie Turner2 months ago in Humans
Into The Void: A Continuation
The ship felt fragile, its metal bones creaking under the strain of all it had endured. Every bulkhead seemed to hum with the same exhaustion she felt. Corridors that once echoed with the cold hum of monotony now carried a strange sense of possibility… and danger. The familiar lights, always steady, now flickered as if uncertain whether to guide her forward or warn her back.
By Emilie Turner2 months ago in Fiction
The Map of My Journey. Content Warning.
I once saw my body as a map I could command, a landscape to survey, conquer, and rewrite. Every kilogram was a mountain to climb, every curve a border to erase. I memorised every ridge and hollow, counted every rib I could feel, studied the mirror as though it were a topographical chart of my worth. I counted obsessively: calories, steps, hours spent moving or abstaining, minutes stretched into eternity by the tyranny of restriction. Hunger was my only companion, a relentless wind that whispered promises of control I could never quite claim. Food became the enemy. My weight became the measure of my existence.
By Emilie Turner3 months ago in Humans
Into The Void. Top Story - October 2025.
Sera glanced out the window of the spaceship. Stars and planets littered the area around her. It was beautiful… but also a sight she saw every single day. The vast expanse of space was now their home. Ever since Earth became inhospitable, they'd been floating aimlessly through the void. It had been years, and there was still no sign of anywhere to set down roots—just humanity's last hope drifting on four massive ships.
By Emilie Turner3 months ago in Fiction
Defender... Or Not
Maia stood still. Unable to move. Her village was gone, destroyed to the ground. She knelt, arms trembling as she picked up the discarded bear. Covered in soot and dust, it was the last remnant that remained. Nothing was left. No homes, no roads, no people. Nothing.
By Emilie Turner3 months ago in Fiction
