Emily Wilcox
Bio
I am a writer. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon. But here I am a writer, armed with an astrophysics degree, a Paperchase pen and a half empty box of biscuits
Achievements (1)
Stories (48/0)
You’re Here to Make Moments, Not Memories
“Let’s make some memories.” That’s what it’s all about, right? Doing this, creating that, experiencing this, living that. We live that so we can look back on it. We do so that we can remember it. We experience so that we can learn from it. We create so that we have a reminder of what we made and who we were.
By Emily Wilcox14 days ago in Motivation
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
A Supernatural's Cornflakes
It’s yours. Crystal clear eyes (very unusual for his kind) set above equally translucent skin blink back at her. Dark hair, black hair, possibly velvet hair spills over his face as he signs the forms. She fidgets in her seat, legs jittery, tucking her own brown locks behind her ear. The more of his hair that falls, the more of hers that she tucks. This is a bold move - a dangerous one - but she needs a flatmate and he needs a place he doesn’t have to be formally invited into. He slides the now signed forms back across the table to her.
By Emily Wilcox5 months ago in Fiction
How to Become Obsessed with Something
My boyfriend is obsessed. Obsessed obsessed obsessed. With the things he loves, he’s obsessed. He’s a gamer, so he’s super into Magic The Gathering, Escape from Tarkov and occasionally Escape the Gathering (which is just us finding excuses to avoid meeting up with pals so we can finish bingeing Twilight). He’s a military history nerd with a soft spot for Napoleon. He’s a barista who sure as hell knows his coffee. And he’s a drummer, so no wonder my heart is beating so erratically.
By Emily Wilcox6 months ago in Motivation
My Housemate Fell Through a Ceiling and I Fell for a Boy
Part 1. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen were heading straight towards me, attached to arms wielding a tray full of paninis and coffee. There were customers sat at the tables outside the coffee shop where he worked and as I stood there in the queue, him about to walk past and out the front door, I knew that this was my opportunity.
By Emily Wilcox8 months ago in Motivation
