Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Sometimes

    I dream of your fingers upon the teeth of a piano. I dream of a day where the past is liberated from the shackles of the future. These images. These desires. They help the fire in my heart keep burning, and even when that fire dwindles and is all but gone, still it burns, no… Read more

  • Our Religion

    Originally posted on Quiet Corner: The hard yet simple naked truth is that we both wake up next to strangers, embraced by foreign arms when things get too heavy. We laughed driving down the road when a skittish rabbit is confused with which way to bounce just before I jerk the wheel to the left… Read more

  • Float On

    The streets look the same, and yet time passes always. Flowers come into bloom then wilt like everything else. Faces change then come back again. Months turn into years, and still you lose, but a dream is a dream and always will be. Words make way for more words, and sometimes it’s as if none… Read more

  • King Girl

    The ash of my cigarette. It falls from my hand to be swept away by a gust of wind while she’s somewhere nearby taking a piss in some bushes. It’s dark, so dark that she can’t be seen, but every so often I catch a glimpse of her beady eyes through the leaves and branches… Read more

  • Him, Me, and the Woods

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: I wanna hold his hand but there’s a good looking barista that’s giving me the eyes. He added a smile on my cup that was bigger than the other girl’s so he probably likes me. I chuckle and look him in the eye when I say thank you. My drink was… Read more

  • Like Bullets

    Your hair that flows behind you and all about my drunken face. The taxi that takes us through time. Organic vessels wrapped in madness and fear and the delirium of being both stars and dust in the same quickened breath, and when you lean back your head and laugh, I laugh with you, and as… Read more

  • Us

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  • Like a Cat

    Watching her as she chews away, I stretch my legs under the table and turn my feet in circles. Supposed to be good for circulation or something. Helps me unwind, I know that for sure. She acknowledges me for a second, but she’s too busy devouring her food to pay proper attention. Grease dribbles down… Read more

  • Melt- Iulia Halatz

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I have shared land and sky with you. I have tasted blood and honey. My witch-oil turned to dragon-fire at your touch… ? Soft fingers laid asleep until your turmoil woke them for so long…. ? It feels like getting drunk on old reddish wine long softened during times… Read more

  • Table for Two

    The restaurant’s full to bursting but I booked us a table days ago so in we waltz drunk and brash and hating everyone because that’s how we roll. The waiter shows us to our seats and I eye him up with disdain, even more so when I see him admiring her tattoos. What a fuck.… Read more