Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Husk

    I sleep on the floor, like so many times before. In search of an escape, I break apart so I may squeeze what’s left of me through the slithers of light that isn’t light at all but the memories of what once was. I am a streetlight. I am a coffin. Talking of memories, the Read more

  • Sulk

    Lifting me to my feet, she pats me down and combs my curly head of hair. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to do anything other than drink my beer and take photos of her body. Not of her—just of her body. I want it to fuel my seedy obsessions regarding the Read more

  • As You Wish

    “Don’t swear at me, I was only trying to do good. You don’t want our Hachikō having bad breath, do you? Or worse still, suffering from the unimaginable terrors of gum disease?” “You blow my mind sometimes,” I reply. Rubbing my eyes, I grunt and slide down the chair. “You’re such a drama queen,” she Read more

  • An Innocent Smile

    Sensing he’s been insulted, the dog lets out a huff. “Don’t worry, boy, I love you,” I tell him. “Oh,” she says, “you tell a stray dog that you love him, but not your own fiancée. Doesn’t that make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.” “Come off it,” I reply, “I always Read more

  • One of Those Moods

    “I know you’ve told me already, but tell me again. Take pity on me.” “Hmm,” she mumbles before sipping her beer. “Hachikō was a dog who lived in Japan in the early twentieth century. As a loyal and obedient mutt, he would go to meet his owner at the train station after he finished work. Read more

  • Less of a Lover, More of a Mother

    “What made you choose that name?” I ask. Giving me more evols, this time it’s her turn to be the one rolling her eyes. “Ugh, you don’t listen to a single thing I say, do you?” “What do you mean?” “I’ve told you about Hachikō before.” “Have you?” “Yes—and once again it seems as though Read more

  • Hachikō

    “You did that on purpose!” she hisses. Pulling away from my touch, she gives me the evols and peels off the label on her bottle of beer. I remember hearing when I was a student that to peel off such labels represented underlying sexual frustration. It’s why I stopped doing it myself. No need to Read more

  • A Mouthful of Scuzz

    “You’re thinking of something hurtful to say, aren’t you?” Sipping my beer, I eye her body as the sun washes over it the same way the summer rain washes away my sins. It’s as milky as I’ve ever seen. Her body. Not the sun. Although both are a source of life to me, and even Read more

  • A Responsible Lover

    “Why are you always so mean to me? You put me down whenever you can, even if I’m trying to be nice to you.” Standing over the dog, she scrunches up the towel and chucks it through the open door of the bathroom. The dog seems disappointed and looks at me with a frown. “I’m Read more

  • Always Your Way

    “You don’t treat me how I deserve to be treated,” she says, rubbing the dog’s ears with the towel. The dog loves it. Cocking his head to one side, he scratches himself with his paw. He doesn’t need to, but the pleasure is too much for him to bear. “Do you mean as a woman, Read more