Emilie Turner Author
I am planted.Not in soil alone,but in the laughter of my children,their small hands curling around mine,their questions tumbling, never ceasing. My husband stands beside me,a tree of quiet strength,a steady heartbeat.He calms my restless limbs.They are my roots, my anchor,the earth that grounds me. My roots are in the kitchen,kneading bread,sharing stories,in the warm,… Continue reading I Am Planted: A Poem
TOLD AS A HOW-TO GUIDE Step One: Name It Do not call it what it is. Names have power. Names have edges. Call it something else. Say it softly until you believe it. Until it stops sounding dangerous. Say it often enough that it becomes truth. Step Two: Find Somewhere Dark Enough You need shadows.… Continue reading Hiding Secrets: A Short Story
It waits in the darkness of my eyes,A restless shadow burning just out of reach.My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise. The past returns with cruel sighs,It claws inside my mind.It waits in the darkness of my eyes. Regret moves softly where my shadow lies,Twisting my heart with secrets I can’t hide.My choices haunt… Continue reading What Remains: A Villanelle Poem
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… Continue reading Into The Void: A Continuation (A Short Story)
Mornings drift in quietly soft light creeping across the floor, the beach already whispering our names. We move through the routine packing towels, finding hats, the hum of sunscreen and laughter, the weight of our baby on my hip, his warmth, a heartbeat pressed to mine. Down by the water, the boys scatter. Our eldest… Continue reading Tiny Hands At The Beach: A Poem
Trigger Warning: Self-Harm & Eating Disorders 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… Continue reading The Map of My Journey
I’ll be honest: I’ve always been a planner. I live for lists, colour-coded calendars, and the feeling of crossing something off my to-do list. As a mum of three young kids (all four and under!), planning isn’t just something I like, it’s how I survive. But for a long time, I resisted outlining when it… Continue reading The Writer’s Roadmap: 5 Tips on How Outlining Can Enhance Your Creativity and Productivity
Cold bites deep, a sudden bite,The earth exhales damp, heavy air,Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight. Frosty breath cuts thin and bright,Pine sharpens scents with bitter flare,Cold bites deep, a sudden bite. Chill threads weave a quiet rite.Breath hangs white and vanishes there,Leaves crack and snap beneath my flight. Rot and sweetness twist, contrite,Sour… Continue reading Autumn No More: A Poem
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… Continue reading Into The Void: A Short Story
You rise again, hanging quiet in the dark, as you always do: Watching. Waiting. Listening. You don't knock. Never have. I feel your eyes: Patient. Waiting. I never ask if you have time. You always do. Even when the night is crowded, and others talk, you leave a little space for me. I speak softly… Continue reading My Confidant: A Poem
Emilie Turner 