Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Moodswings

      Feed me Ritalin as if they were smarties, and then tuck me into bed as my hands shake from a lack of alcohol. Kiss me on the forehead and say it will blow over, then read me a story from the local newspaper about a priest who’s been stabbed in the throat and urinated… Read more

  • Angel

      Suspicions of destiny and wordless intuition regarding the shape of your hips. In the fog by the lake, children play on thin ice, and even though they might fall through, it’s OK, because the angels above are watching over them. On a tree by the bridge, the one where your sister once scrawled crude… Read more

  • The Writer

      Are we just animals raging on a rock that orbits a star shooting through space, or are we lovers wasting our lives on stuff that doesn’t even matter? Either way, I’d say we’re fucked. Smoking a cigarette watching others doing their best to fit in, a fight breaks out at the bar involving two guys… Read more

  • Some Kind of, Magician

      She oscillates. She menstruates. And yet never at the same time. Occasionally, when I’m not looking, she inspects her ladyparts in a small mirror. I’m not sure why. Is this what women do? What are they looking for? I must find out, but right now I’m watching some bullfighter get his eye gouged out… Read more

  • Robocop and The Dining Dead

      We watch Robocop and attempt to fuck but it hurts too much and she keeps on giggling every time I wince. Falling asleep soon after, I dreamt blood was gushing out of me while taking a piss, and the sight of so much crimson splashing on the white linoleum made me jolt upright in… Read more

  • Enemies

      Standing in line waiting to pay for our stuff, she tugs on my beard and tells me to get a shave. Peering down her top, I pretend to be looking at something else, but there’s no denying what I’m drawn to. Frowning at my behaviour, she turns her back with a huff and digs… Read more

  • The Lovers

      Walking together through the bus station and then out into the open air, it’s late on a Friday, and we’ve just left the cinema. Despite the time, the sky is still blue, and there are plenty of people about getting ready for a night of drinking in the bars and clubs that litter the… Read more

  • A Journal for Damned Lovers

      This is the proof copy of my debut book. It came in the post yesterday and was waiting for me on my arrival home after work. The artwork is my own, and it consists of 275 pages of prose written between January 2014 to January 2016. With any luck, it should be available to purchase… Read more

  • Obstacles

      The town and city that blur with each footstep. The lighthouse that connects us even though we don’t speak. The numbing sensations we receive that lift us up while we sink beneath waves of depression no one knows how to confront. The dry wind, it scratches my face; it lifts water up from the ocean and… Read more

  • New Universe

      It rained all morning, and then it rained for the rest of the day until the streets flooded, and frogs invaded the homes of those with letterboxes at the foot of their front doors. Watching Night of the Comet while contemplating what woman to think of while abusing myself without shame, a cold draft drifted… Read more