Author S. K. Nicholas

As the crow flies, I flew down a maze of streets and skipped across pristine lawns not knowing where I was yet guided by the scent of cotton candy that grew more intoxicating the further I moved into the outskirts of the bubbling city. Buildings rose from the ashes of what had come before, and Read more

From a sea of green, Herbie emerged onto a dry and dirty track. The track in question was a winding one at that, and it led to many great things. Behind him came a barefooted X with her chin raised to the sun seeking all the hot kisses she could get. By her side, the Read more

Gulping mouthfuls of air, I moved between the trees guided not by logic but the scent of cotton candy. I didn’t even have to open my eyes. There I was, floating as natural as the breeze on my way to a place free of what once ailed me. She was somewhere nearby; I just knew Read more

Herbie ran as fast as his little legs would allow. He ran so fast that the bumbling bumblebees couldn’t keep up with him, nor the scuttling spiders or the fledgling field mice who had been drawn to her song and now to his. With that incy-wincy nose of his, he sniffed out the scent of Read more

I dreamt of an age of innocence, of a time before the decay in my heart had yet to flower, yet when I awoke the dream was gone, and the taste of innocence was no more. What was left was an aching sense of being ill at ease in a body that’s as unfamiliar to Read more

As she puckers and pouts down some subway far beneath the stabbing grounds of North London, I stick my hand down my trousers and whip it out. There are ghosts and werewolves lurking in every shadow, not to mention the blurred faces of suicidal strangers with nothing to lose, but my bladder screams to be Read more