Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • I See Her from a Distance – Jasper Kerkau

    Originally posted on The Writings of Jasper Kerkau: I see her from a distance. Her beauty touches me; I leer at her soft curves, following the fabric of her blouse as it cups her breasts, exposing the pang that is buried deep in my heart. She possesses magic, entranced I watch her laugh, tilting her… Read more

  • We are the Conscienceless Gods

    Originally posted on Inked Thoughts and Midnight Monologues: Abstractions of the most peculiar kind. The conversation of the moonlight and the midnight cloud bursts. Fragmented realities. The silk of our tongues. Words like wounds and words like painkillers. We own this entire papertown. The other ones may fade away or sink into the depths and… Read more

  • Pluck’d

      As you pluck your eyebrows looking into a mirror smeared with fingerprints, I’m drifting about on the verge of some existential crisis. It’s the fourth time this week. Glancing at me as I stand in the corner of the room sniffing my fingers, you frown at my erratic behaviour while pulling out a stubborn… Read more

  • My Evening Star

    Originally posted on dandeliongirl01: ? She’s eternal summer amongst snow, a blue line pulsing somewhere below skin; if she tipped her head back a little more, offered her neck, you’d see it. The animal’s claim her and she’s all ocean in her walk, but to him she’s sparks and nebula, the evening star maybe. And… Read more

  • Bright Young Things

      Getting dressed, we leave the house and you lead me on a merry dance through the nearby woods. After what feels like an age, you sit me down on the trunk of a fallen tree far from the prying eyes of others, and when you kiss me, the sadness in my bones slips away… Read more

  • In Your Gaze

    Between the passing hours, I think about that swimming pool I used to go to when I was a kid, and how you show me those days by spreading yourself so wide. The magic is real, and as I skip around drunk and on the brink, there’s nothing anyone can say that will dissuade me… Read more

  • Obsessions

    You sit on the bed while I look out the window. You tell me to come back to you, but there are suspicious people outside. Nuisance youths, I call them. Rolling your eyes, you sprawl on your belly and read a book while from time to time checking on me as I stand there looking… Read more

  • Tree House

    Originally posted on Daffniblog: The lions are outside purring with their paws to the moon. I rub their bellies and nuzzle their mane’s before drifting off into childhood. I see pop rocks and feel the fear of swallowing them with soda. Then comes the fear of swallowing an apple seed and the threat of a… Read more

  • Worms

    It’s a kiss and it’s a week in bed unable to move. It’s a tree blowing in the wind and a plastic bag in a puddle. It’s the memory of the one you love and it’s the sight of a cat scurrying around in the rain looking for shelter. It’s years worth of writing and… Read more

  • In Eternity

    Sunday evenings and no school the day after. These were the best things a kid could ever ask for. Sega Megadrive and Pepsi. Packets of chicken flavoured crisps and then a walk through the woods with no idea of the time or how to get back home. There’s music. Something by The Beach Boys. Good… Read more