Author S. K. Nicholas

  We sing as the ceiling caves in, and as my fingers slide across the flesh of her lower back, we lose ourselves in the ebb and flow of time. From a drunken kiss at the bottom of the stairs, to blown over tables and chairs as the storm arrives by secret. There are so… Read more

  Teeth as sacred scrolls and eyes that flutter on the sidewalk as a thousand cars drive to a thousand destinations always knowing what they’ll see next. So many colours that melt into my hands; so many memories of kisses that exist in old jam jars and between the pages of favourite books. Those yellows… Read more

  Through several inches of snow, the animals swim as she curls into a ball beneath the harsh winter sun. That mouth of hers, I dread to think of what it’s come in contact with over the years. All those boys she used to hang around; those clumsy attempts at womanhood when she was still… Read more

  Getting in from work, I run a bath. With the rain pissing down outside, it makes me feel at one with myself when little else does. The sound of police sirens drifting through the open window, I imagine what the horizon looks like adorned with all those shimmering lights; it must look so pretty… Read more

  I’ve written so many words these past two years. Going through and editing them for ‘Damned Lovers’, I’m struck by the journey I’ve been on, and where it continues to take me. Every day, I write a fresh piece as well as editing older ones ready for publication, not to mention putting in shifts… Read more

  In slow motion, the car goes off the side of the road as my hands tighten around her wrists. Eyes dilated, she falls back as the sidewalk dissolves beneath our feet. The need to speak is urgent, but I say it best when I take her back home and push her up against the… Read more

  Escaping layers of reality as we run down the road drunk and fearful of the future, the town can’t contain us. All those galaxies; those infinite stars that have been silently watching us our entire lives. They’ve been doing it since we were kids, and they’ll keep on gazing until the day finally comes… Read more

  Words not to impress, or to undress, but to starve off annihilation. If you claim to be a writer, but writing isn’t your lifeblood, then give up. Go work in a bank, or paint pictures of fruit instead. It should be a matter of life and death every time you sit down and bleed… Read more

  Lovers come and go, bringing moments of joy never to be forgotten. They bring pain, too, plenty of it in fact, and that won’t be forgotten either. It makes us who we are, and gives the journey of life its meaning. Gives it a little texture, if you will. I’ve had several lovers, and… Read more