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As Mussolini sways like the fleshy pendulum he is, little children dance beneath his feet, pointing upwards in unison at his rock-hard stiffy. Through the power of the myriad rays of the angry sun, it acts as a sundial upon their beaming faces. To be precise, his cock is the gnomon, and upon their beaming Read more
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It begins slowly. Just an ethereal sound like the quiet hum of raw piety, a low breeze passing through a celestial organ of silver pipes pointing towards God. The throb… you feel it in that little hollow under your throat. It grows inside you, a benevolent warm cancer swelling around your chest, prickling your skin. Read more
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A fog wraps itself around her limbs like a sheet of white linen. Such linen might’ve been purchased from a charity store, or pinched from a three-star hotel. Either way, it has a delicate floral design. One that wraps itself around the shape of her body. It’s blanketed with a light dusting of dandruff, while Read more
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There’s a vast expanse. She’s in the vast expanse. Much peat. Many rocks. Miles of swirling nothingness echoing in two porcelain eardrums driven to distraction by aimless humming. There are titillating thoughts one tries to keep to oneself. Thoughts of a dead kid whose final visions consist of a mouthful of fillings belonging to a Read more
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My latest book, X and I: A Novel, is out now and available to purchase on Amazon!! . The story follows two lovers embarking on a strange journey that sees them finding each other again after spending several years apart. There are transformations, talking animals, and themes exploring love, life, memory and death. . As Read more
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The first volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers is a collection of prose that documents the fledgling footsteps of a failed lover-come-writer. Beginning with the end of romance and leading to the discovery that a desire to write is not only a healing mechanism but a way of embracing a fearful new Read more
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Through the doorway as her keyboard rattles and raps atop a table with wobbly piles of books for legs, the stars shine and a moment presents itself. As her squidgy nose runs like a tap, she wipes it on her sleeve. The sleeve is cotton, adorned with zigzag patterns that remind me of old Scooby-Doo Read more
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Someplace in Paris. I’ve never been, but a man I know has. In a room overlooking a junction riddled with trash, the man strips naked. Bag of bones. Pale. Acne. Limbs unattractive but a sense of charisma to iron out the creases. I was never there, but he described it to me almost perfectly with Read more
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As a child, my defining moment was seeing Morrissey swinging a bunch of wilted flowers around on TV; a modern god on Top of the Pops with a quiff too magnificent to resist. Nothing’s ever touched this thrill. It’s been downhill ever since. In the reflections of a rippling puddle down the street after work, Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 