Hi, I’m Michael Torres—and I write emotionally charged science fiction.

I’m currently working on a trilogy about grief, love, passion, loss, leadership, and sacrifice. My stories are set in sweeping, cinematic worlds, but at the center of everything is something deeply human. My characters wrestle with the same things I do—hope, fear, purpose, the weight of legacy—and they come to life because I write from experience.

I live with bipolar disorder, and writing has become one of the most important outlets in my life. It gives me a way to sort through the chaos, to channel all that emotion and energy into something real and meaningful. Every chapter I write helps me understand myself a little better—and I hope that, in some way, it helps others feel understood too.

My books are personal, not because they’re autobiographical, but because they’re honest. The decisions my characters face are sometimes bigger than life—but the pain, the growth, and the breakthroughs? That’s all rooted in my reality.

There’s so much more coming in the years ahead. I’m just getting started.

When I’m not writing, you’ll find me cooking, out taking landscape photos, or playing something loud and emotional on my guitar. I live in Michigan with my wife—we’ve been married since 2013—and our dog, Ellie (an Australian shepherd with a serious herding complex), and our cat, Morris, who mostly just sleeps and judges.

Thanks for being here. I’m glad you are.

FAQs

  • Beef Wellington

  • O by Damien Rice

  • Sunset. Lake Michigan. Always.

  • Red Rising

“Sometimes I think you’re like the stars, Dad. You shine really bright when we’re alone. But then, when you’re in a big room with all the lords and knights, you get dim… like I can’t see you.”

— Skylark: Nash, age 7

“Sometimes I think you’re like the stars, Dad...”
That line from Skylark was one of the first things I ever wrote that made me pause. Because it wasn’t just Nash saying it to Lucian. It was me, writing to myself.
That’s why I write—to sift through the dark, and maybe shine a little brighter in the quiet moments.

Ellie loyally stayed for a photo. Morris couldn’t be bothered.