Michael Crone
Bio
Fiction, Poetry, and everything in between. Hints of life and love. The world we share comes to life within the words of the page. Thank you for taking the time to read. Enjoy <3
Stories (24/0)
Contradicting Thoughts
I found an old note while digging through my grandad's attic after his funeral. The words I read are what changed my life. I was in a dark time and needed to hear them. It was as if he knew and guided me there all along. That’s what I chose to believe anyway. I still have the note stashed away with some of my other papers so that nobody can find it. I worry about it getting thrown out one day so now seems like the best time to make a digital copy. I type the words and relive the past. The memories come rushing back as if they had been trapped behind a weakening dam for the last twenty years.
By Michael Crone11 months ago in Fiction
Family Legacy
Family Legacy Justin and Marcus went to the same school but were two very different people. Maybe it was the friends they chose to surround themselves with, maybe it was the parenting, maybe it was fate. No. What really caused this tragedy was a broken system that failed to live up to its promise.
By Michael Croneabout a year ago in Fiction
How did we get Here?
The belfry's window, located above the library, offered one of the best views in all of town. The tower overlooked the giant forest to the east. Days of peaceful solitude, filled with the sound of rustling leaves. A bird's song, echoed in the distance. A light whistle of wind as it travels through tiny cracks in the old stone. Catching the first rays of yellow and gold highlighting the mountains was one of the wonders this tiny town could offer. It was a special sanctuary.
By Michael Croneabout a year ago in Earth
Enigma
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Agatha had been waiting for quite some time to sit down and finish her story. She had procrastinated, as most writers tend to do, long enough. She needed inspiration, so she decided to write in the creepiest place she could find. The light sound of tree branches tapping on the roof, the whistle of the wind, and the slight flicker of the candle flame added to the eeriness. The atmosphere was unsettling to say the least, yet she could only reread her opening line.
By Michael Crone2 years ago in Horror
Parting Wisdom
“I think this is it.” Carean mumbles to no one. He pulls the backpack off his shoulder and begins to rummage around inside. He panics for a moment. “Did I forget it?” A sense of relief as his hand touches the journal. He opens to the bookmarked page where an old tree, twisted and beautiful, is drawn; A large X at its base, near a root emerging from the dirt. Carean searches for the spot. Once found, he removes the small garden shovel from his backpack and plunges it into the earth. After some time… Clink! His shovel strikes something metal.
By Michael Crone2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
I Just Need a ShowerTop Story - June 2022
I awake from a beautiful dream. The usual. Hurried footsteps clacking on pavement. I peek my head out from underneath my shell of warmth and watch as the people rush past. Most of them ignore me. A few of them make eye contact but barely linger long. I know a few of them wish they could help but life drags them onward. I wonder if any of them think of me throughout their day? Maybe they feel guilty for not dropping a coin. Maybe they think about how they could have saved the sandwich they just tossed in the trash. After their brief moment of empathy, they move on and forget.
By Michael Crone2 years ago in Fiction
