My name is A.A.K and I write stories that sit with you—quietly, sometimes painfully—but always honestly. My work often explores the aftermath of family dysfunction, heartbreak, and the emotional undercurrents we’re not always taught to name. I began writing as a child, when speaking felt like a struggle—my voice caught in a stutter, often interrupted by a louder one that wasn’t mine. Writing became a place where I could speak fully, without being cut off, where my thoughts could arrive without stumbling. That instinct remains at the center of everything I write: the need to say what goes unsaid. My stories don’t aim to distract or entertain as much as they aim to reflect what it means to live with emotional residue—how people carry pain, how they laugh through it, how they grow around it. Even when the tone shifts—sometimes leaning into sharpness or moments of dry humor—the heart of the work remains serious. I don’t write for escape. I write to look directly at what’s difficult, and to give shape to the thoughts and feelings that don’t always have a place in everyday conversation. This space is where I share those stories. Some are free, some are not, but all of them are written with intention, and with a voice I had to fight to keep.