Stories

Dante Arturo is a bloodborn warlock, his power born of fire. He has one problem. He has never fallen in love, and has decided he does not have the luck to fall in love. Until he meets Tani Ryuzo. A powerful being who makes him wish for a thousand years of love. But Tani is ready to give up on love, after all he has waited a thousand years for his beloved and only gotten betrayal in return.

When a clerk embarks on his first sea voyage, his life is torn apart by a brutal pirate attack. Captured by an enigmatic and merciless pirate captain, he becomes more than just a prisoner—he becomes prey in a dangerous game of dominance, survival, and twisted desire. Forced into servitude aboard the pirate ship, he grapples with fear, shame, and a dark pull he can’t explain. As lines between captor and captive blur, an unsettling bond forms, laced with power, control, and a longing neither man dares to name.

How far can you fall before you lose yourself completely?

We were but strangers, yet bound by Rationalism's design.

In our fall, we rose anew.

We are Sigma Squad, and this is the tale we weave.

The Railroad

Abel, the red fox, embarks on a journey in pursuit of freedom.

Twenty-three million, five hundred seventy-one thousand, one hundred thirteen kilometers. This is the path I must walk until I see you again.

A collection of various poems and verse

Another 2025 Poetry Anthology - Diversity entry. Apologies to Mary Howitt for paraphrasing her poem's title.

Members of two different species experience love and hate.

Poetry for the Anthology in Diversity, 2025

Finding commonality with other people is a powerful thing.

There’s an old adage that states, “It’s too late to close the barn door after the horses have gotten out.” Sixteen-year-old Neil Michaels learns this lesson on a summer afternoon when he joins his best friend on a biking adventure to the old barn on Engle Mill Road. A secret door opens, and his life will never be the same.

This is another of my stories from 2014. I decided to post it here because it's remained one of my faves, despite its flawed grammar.

A young security guard gets into a ticklish situation he can't get himself out of.

(As I've stated before, I started writing tickle fetish stories in 2008. Feeling nostalgic, I found an early story I posted on tklfrat.com back in 2014, and decided to post it here to hopefully show how far I've evolved in my storytelling. While I did make some minor adjustments to make it easier to read and less cringe worthy, I've left the story in it's original presented form. Please excuse my grammatical errors, there was no grammarly in existence to help me polish my finished product.)