Author S. K. Nicholas

  We kiss on her parent’s doorstep in late November as the town dances unseen beneath us. Our mouths are cold but our hearts warm. Our fingers link and then release as my right-hand slides up her jumper and caresses her breasts. A few days later she stays over mine. We order Chinese and eat… Read more

  A body breaks. It ages and grows old. What was once fresh becomes dull; what was once smooth destined to become worn and beyond repair. Beauty is enticing, and yet it’s nothing compared to a dream. A moment of pleasure makes a heart beat faster, but a vision will give you wings. Nude and… Read more

  Look at those blue eyes; look at how he chews his tongue as a blanket of ash covers her pale almost translucent face as snow falls heavy like a fist upon angelic teeth. Y’know how it is- beauty needs to be possessed, it needs to be destroyed because those without it are impotent and… Read more

  Tall trees. A beard. Flooded subways and photographs of a mausoleum that looks like the one from the first Phantasm film. Searching my pockets for a lighter, random thoughts flicker in and out of my brain, but they’re not unpleasant by any means. There’s a Ferris wheel in there, and a waterfall of white wine… Read more

  Those that hide their sadness. Those that pretend they’ve never broken down and conceded defeat. They could be so beautiful, and yet they fade from view without fanfare. They could change the lives of so many in need of help, and yet they would rather turn their backs and pretend they were born without… Read more

  We eat pizza in the restaurant like nothing’s wrong but my hangover’s getting worse by the minute. You’ve got your eye on me after the party I was at last night. I’m a well-behaved boy, and yet when the drink gets in me, well, things have a habit of getting out of hand. Dabbing… Read more

  And so I take her by the hand and show her everything and even when we close our eyes we see the deadlights and marvel at how bright they are from so far away and though we know what they contain we can’t help but reach out in the wish of touching our fate.… Read more

  Fingers linked, the sun is cold yet playful. The streets are nameless, and yet she knows each and every one by heart. Time and space; how they rule my life, and yet it is she I worship, not some phantom in the sky or a design for life built around the egos of those… Read more

  Some guy picked her up in a club. He took her by the arm and together they walked outside. It was raining. That shitty rain the wind carries into your face and gets behind your eyeballs. It was October. Cold October in the middle of England one Friday night the same as any other.… Read more