Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

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  • Originally posted on The Book Review Page: I’m not telling you anything new when I say it can be a massive effort sometimes to stay motivated. The key is how to solve it. When I’m struggling I take time out. I know that’s not always possible if you’re working under pressure but usually I’m okay at… Read more

  • Dirty Heart

      As she sticks out her tongue and tastes the ashes that fall like snow, I’m knocking back a glass of beer admiring the scorched grass that stretches as far as the eye can see. In the back of my mind, I imagine what she would look like in the nude with her legs above… Read more

  • Arranged Neatly

    Take a moment to think a while.. Read more

  • There There

      Emerging from the undergrowth as she balances the moon upon her shoulders, I stumble into the road while shouting verse from some book I picked up in a charity shop. Dark energy is my biggest concern, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. Blowing bubbles as she juggles planets while… Read more

  • Know

      The night contains the ghosts of every porn star I’ve ever debased myself over. From the first girl to the last, they’ve been my most faithful lovers. In fact, I’ve never loved another in quite the same way. Opening a bottle of wine, I catch sight of my sheepish reflection in the mirror; it’s… Read more

  • Deer Dance

    Originally posted on jimmi campkin: I walk down a narrow lane and I feel the back of my head for the bullets.  I can see the ribbons dancing.  I’m rumblequartzed, and strangely phlegmatic.  Crunch go my feet in my boots; when I reach out my arms scrape the double glazing on both sides.  I am… Read more

  • Post # 26 Choke.

    This gives me shivers x Read more

  • The Soulmate Myth

    I believe every word of this. Beautifuly put across. Read more

  • sand-paper & seraphim

    Let her take you down to a place you might not want to see. Read more

  • Take Me Away

      Three stars upon her forehead, and the discovery of adult literature as she hides in the undergrowth. Piano music to drive away monsters lurking in early morning sorrow. Addiction, sometimes chemical, sometimes creation. Growing a beard to summon past ghosts, only to shave it off while bored and lacking in emotion. Nothing touches me… Read more