Emilie Turner Author
By the time the bell rang for third shift, everyone was already quiet. Not the kind of quiet that comes from discipline. The kind that settles into a body, into bone and muscle, because noise has proven, over and over again, to be a mistake. The waiting hall was full, but it barely felt occupied.… Continue reading Within Parameters: A Short Story
I am writing about being tired. Not the poetic kind. Actual tired. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. Not the poetic kind. Not the kind that makes things feel meaningful. The kind that sits in my shoulders at 2:17pm. The kind that makes simple sentences feel long. Actual tired. I am tired… Continue reading Tired: A Poem
As a mum of three kids all under four, balancing nappies, school runs, snacks, and bedtime stories with writing a novel feels like the ultimate juggling act. But, if there’s one thing I’ve learned on this chaotic journey, it’s that editing and revision are where a story truly comes together. You write that first draft,… Continue reading Uncovering the Secrets of Manuscript Editing and Revision
The kettle clicked off, too loud in the quiet kitchen. It was the kind of click that felt accusatory, as if it was pointing something out. You asked for this, it said. You’re supposed to do something now. She didn’t move for it straight away. Her phone was on the bench, screen still lit, the… Continue reading I Just…: A Short Story
The pomegranate was already on her plate when Persephone sat down. The table was carved from a single slab of black stone, polished smooth by centuries of use. It reflected everything dimly, like water at night. Her plate held the usual offerings: grey bread dusted with ash, a glass of clear wine that smelled faintly… Continue reading Persephone’s Pomegranate: A Short Story
When they first learned to toddle on uncertain, dimpled feet, they pulled away with bright delight to find the world was sweet. . They wanted doors left open, wanted room to run ahead, and yet the dark would find them still curled in the middle of our bed. . They marched through school with backpacks… Continue reading What Comes Back: A Poem
O my family,small collection of noise and need,you rise with the sun and scatter crumbslike evidence of joy. Youone year old,still learning the grammar of the world,speaking in hands and eyes,teaching me that love beginsbefore language ever arrives. Youtwo years old,all insistence and wonder,a will made of lightning,testing gravity, patience, and mercywith the same fearless… Continue reading Ode To My Family
As a mum of three kids under four, finding quiet moments to write can feel like hunting for leprechauns. But when I do get that precious time, what I love most is bringing characters to life. It's an art to get a memorable and dynamic character right. You want them to jump off the page… Continue reading The Art of Creating Dynamic and Memorable Characters in Your Writing
By the time Cara reached her locker, the light had already arrived. It was rising through the floor in a slow, deliberate sheet, a pale brightness that behaved less like illumination and more like weather. Not harsh. Not blinding. Just there, pressing gently upward, filling the hallway from the ground like something patient and inevitable.… Continue reading The Brightness: A Short Story
There was a space made for youbefore you arrived.A spot within our heartsa prayer without words. You existednot in weight or soundbut in becoming.In the soft whisper of hope,in plans that had not yet been madehow fragile they were. The world did not change its pace.Morning still came.Dishes still waited.Time did not pause to mourn.Only… Continue reading Life Unheld: A Poem
Emilie Turner 