Author S. K. Nicholas

  On the tips of your fingers to the end of your cigarette. From your sweet little toes to the nip of your nose, and in each hushed breath as the night air floats to the foot of your bed. What you fear most keeps calling your name; it stays safe from harm when you’re… Read more

  It rains for all the dead animals, and for all those that died too soon. It rains for all the lovers, and for all those with no love left to give. The streets are empty; they breathe for no one. Raining for hours on end, it rains in my heart as well. There are… Read more

  The morning after a night of heavy drinking, she sleeps curled into a ball on the sofa. Pulling the duvet up so it covers her nude body, the wail of sirens cuts through the early morning silence reminding me of how bad I feel. Head pounding from mixing my whiskies and beers, my mouth… Read more

  Bringing the shot glass down onto the table, it shatters and cuts my hand. There’s no pain, however, only mild annoyance. There is blood, but not much, and when I suck the wound, the red stuff disappears like tears in the rain. It vanishes like whisky down a throat that should know better. Some… Read more

  Across the road from me, there’s an old woman sat in a wheelchair. It looks as if she’s got some kind of growth problem, and although she’s smiling, I feel sorry for her. Not just because of her disability, but because she seems like a good person. And life has a habit of shitting… Read more

  If the world falls apart, and things collapse like a house of cards, I want you to come round and see out the final few hours with me. Let’s open a bottle of wine, smoke a few cigarettes, and sit around chewing the fat in anticipation of the end. I don’t want to save… Read more

  I saw several mourners attending a funeral sheltering from the rain as the coffin was hoisted onto the shoulders of four smartly dressed pallbearers. They struggled with the weight, but in the end, they managed to walk the short distance to the church without dropping it. Stood there watching, it struck me that one… Read more

  In the middle of the night, when the world stops spinning, I sit at my desk and put words onto paper that might be good or perhaps terribly bad. It’s not until morning when the truth is revealed, and I either smile or light a cigarette out of frustration. Remembering days from my past,… Read more