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Hurrying along with the sun in my eyes, I felt the way a dirty human should. I was a scampering bag of bones, part hungry, part horny—afraid of the light, yet in desperate need of its affection. To make matters worse, I was a writer. That meant I could never let anything go. At least Read more
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Apologising several times to the girl with a nameless name badge who kept telling me there was no need to apologise, I paid for my blueberry muffins and toffee before heading back outside into the sunshine. The street was busy, and life was everywhere, and yet although it felt good to be part of the Read more
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Originally posted on Morbid Corvid: The man named Rob is visibly dispirited, morose; one can nearly find it palpable when within the propinquity of him. He is a man seated alone at the end of a lively bar, ornate with women laughing open-mouthed with big hair and men in pressed suits. He’s off in his… Read more
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The girl in the uniform with a name badge without a name looks at me as if I were odd. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d received such a look. Although I would say, it was probably the first time it was fully justified, for never before had I passed out in a store Read more
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Picking up a packet of blueberry muffins and tucking it under my arm, I search the next aisle and find a box of toffee that reminds me of my childhood. It has a picture of a lighthouse on it and is adorned with a plethora of creamy colours that speak to my soul of an Read more
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Heading inside the store, I stand beneath the air conditioning unit situated just above the entrance. Holding my arms out either side of me, I groan as if in the throes of climax, such is the pleasure of the cold air blowing onto my puny, white body. I’m not as puny as I used to Read more
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Among the stores we frequented most was a place named Judy’s. It sold the best wine, and by best, I mean cheapest. They also had a wide range of snacks, and some healthy shit too, but I wouldn’t know much about that. Meeko had perused that particular aisle when she was going through her vegan Read more
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The sound of wind chimes made way for the sound of traffic lights, and as I stood there with the taste of Meeko on my lips, I had the urge to buy myself some toffee. Toffee for me, and blueberry muffins for her. And some wine, for life always tasted better with wine. The street Read more
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She should’ve been in work today but called in sick on account of having toothache. A lie if ever there was one. She has perfect teeth, which is strange considering all the sugary food she eats, and she never seems to put on weight either. She never stops eating. I often wake in the middle Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 