Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Reflections

  • Writing, Solitude, and the Need to Express Myself

    Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend Read more

  • Thoughts on Turning 30

                The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The Read more

  • You’re Doing It Just Right

      Don’t be upset. There’s no need to feel lonely. Lay down upon your bed, and breathe in the warm air that longs to comfort you. Listen to the birds, to the traffic as it endlessly rolls past outside. Let the tears come, let all the pain in the world empty itself from your tired Read more

  • Those Days

    It’s early sunday evening. The sky is blue. It’s warm. A plane flies high above me, unaware of my watchful eye as it passes from one side of the window to the other before disappearing from view. I’m laying on my stomach, on a blanket on the floor. I like being on the floor, makes Read more

  • The Stains Of History

    Not sleeping, nor masturbating. No sex, and no drinking. These are the things I enjoy most. To not do them, makes me very dull. So instead, I run myself a bath and wait for the impending heat to warm my aching bones. Maybe I’ll read some Bukowski, or perhaps listen to a little music. Or Read more

  • Keep The Fire Inside (Burning Bright)

    There are times when all you want to do is give up. When the self belief you’ve always maintained just leaves you high and dry, the easiest thing to do is quit. All my life, I’ve known that I’ve been different from those around me. At first, I couldn’t put my finger on what it Read more

  • Tell Her How She Makes You Feel

    The problem with life is there’s always tomorrow. It’s the bane of living. All those things you want to do, those words you want to say. They should be done today, but you always put them off. You tell yourself it can wait. Maybe tomorrow things will be better. Maybe tomorrow you’ll be more confident. But Read more