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)
Atreya in the Valley of Dragons
Chapter 1 I.
By Michael Crone2 years ago in Fiction
That Place Where the Ocean Meets the Sky
Dear Diary, You know how a story hits you on a different level? You hear it off the cuff, barely paying attention, but it somehow lodges itself into your subconscious and pops up years later. That's how you know it was meant to be heard by you.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Humans
There's Always Time for Wine
Elijah Elijah sits nervously waiting for his date to arrive. He scans the menu, glancing towards the door often. He checks his watch. He tries to relax his arms away from his body, noticing that his armpits are beginning to sweat. He loosens the tie around his neck and grabs his water, glancing toward the door once again. Just as he is thinking he's been stood up, a woman's voice startles him from behind.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Humans
Short Nightmares
I start to whistle a tune as I lock the shop behind me. "Woah. Don't do that." "What? Lock the shop?" "No dumbass." My coworker says to me. "Whistle at night." The expression on my face lets him know I think he is crazy before I burst into laughter.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Horror
Short Nightmares
Jared stood staring at the funhouse sign. The light bulbs blinked on and off again and again and again. He was thinking back to a childhood memory of getting dragged into one of these by some of his friends. They left him behind at the carnival because he couldn’t find his way out of the mirror maze. His friends made fun of him for weeks while he suffered nightmares… fun times. Kathy’s voice brought Jared back to reality.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Horror
Winners Mentality
Twenty Thousand Dollar Grand Prize! Jackson held the ticket in his hands staring down at it. After a moment or two he pulls out his black book. He flips it open and begins to jot down numbers frantically. After a few seconds of flipping from page to page, doing a few calculations and scribbling more, he closes the book and holds the ticket out before him.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Psyche
Short Nightmares
I dropped my phone under my bed last week and haven’t been able to convince the monster to give it back. He loves sugar, so tonight is the night. Halloween. It brings me some comfort being able to relate to its sugar addiction; Makes it feel a bit more human. Typically I would just give it something from the cupboard but mom’s been on this new health kick recently... needless to say, the monster has been unhappy ever since.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in Horror
We The People
Dear Donald, On the eve of the final day of your presidency, I ponder to myself what the last four years of your authority have represented. I sit back and think of all the images of angry white people waving confederate flags and screaming racial slurs. I remember the sting of anger as the verdicts passed "not guilty" on multiple officers over the deaths of innocent black civilians. I hear the cries of those who have lost loved ones to a virus that could have been contained. I still stand in disbelief as multiple "Americans" turn their backs on their country. I see the West Coast burning while Antarctica turns green. Billionaires become trillionaires, while homeless people die on the street.
By Michael Crone3 years ago in The Swamp