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!
Stories (72/0)
Painting
Creativity forming a scene of the lake with soft strokes of paint
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
My Oasis
Quiet oasis. My place of refuge and calm. My mountain, my home.
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Poets
Dragonfire
Chapter 1 The villagers knew to never venture into the forest unless they wished to meet their end. Their small village was nestled in the mountains, overseeing nothing but the thick forest below. The forest was known to be the domain of a dragon. To their left was the Kingdom of Ayr, and to the right was the Kingdom of Zeya. Neither had claimed the small village in the mountains, but it was only a matter of time. They bordered two kingdoms and would hold a tactical advantage for whoever dared claim the spot. The villagers believed that the dragon stopped the kingdoms from invading – that it had claimed that village as its own territory, forbidden to both kingdoms. They had never dared to provoke the dragon.
By Emilie Turnerabout a year ago in Fiction
Life in the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Once upon a time, nobody knew this. Space was unexplored and unknown. Now, we have populated the stars. Humanity has expanded long beyond Earth. Mars, the Moon... and a colony in space. Miners, living on converted ships mining minerals on asteroids for the rest of humanity to exploit.
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Futurism
Journey to New Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I could push anyone out of this ship into space and no screams would emerge from their mouths. Silence would be all they would hear as space consumed their lives. My head cocked to the side as I stared at the pods in front of me, imagining all the ways they could end. It may be morbid or cruel, but these people represented everything I couldn’t stand. They were all sleeping peacefully, awaiting the day they would finally awaken in their new home. Their new galaxy. It wouldn’t be my home; it was never intended to be mine. Nor any of the caretakers. We weren’t wealthy enough to pay for a pod. We were hired to be servants, forced to care for those in the pods for generations.
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Futurism