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The cover for A Journal for Damned Lovers Volume 3, due out late October. I’ve been editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers since March of this year. For me, it’s a more intimate affair compared to the last book and acts as a gateway to my most recent, narrative-driven Read more
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Pulling up outside the station, she turns off the engine and sits there staring at those going about their daily commute. Since that day all those years ago, tens of thousands had passed through, and yet this was the first time she’d set eyes upon it. Just another place, and yet to her, it was Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: Her wedding veil was long, white gauze dragging on the night time ground in the woodlands maw, like a floating streak of light in the dark. The limbs of the thick trees dripped with the tapping sound of tiny rain, and leaves and earth clung to the ends of it.… Read more
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As the sun sinks like a shiny coin in a wishing well, she switches on her headlights then lights a cigarette. Gives her a bellyache, and makes her want more wine, if for no other reason than for a little Dutch courage. As the road takes her to that place, she tries figuring out how Read more
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Winding down the window as she drives, she sticks her head out for the fading sun to caress her face, and for a second, closes her eyes and finds herself flying through the sky like a bird free of chains. Opening her mouth, she tastes the rush of warm air and all at once thinks Read more
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With my paws splashing into the running water of a stream, I lower my head to drink. The obscure, ever-changing reflection that meets my eyes is not one I recognise, and yet, strangely enough, it doesn’t unsettle me. Studying my altering features, I stick my tongue in and out, and the water that hits my Read more
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Skipping down the stairwell, X slips on the last step and flies through the door at the bottom, landing in a heap. Jumping back up, she staggers into the building angrily kicking the step she tripped on. When she does, she swears at it too, using the kind of language her mother would be appalled Read more
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Originally posted on samantha lucero: TRAILER PARK ? We heard she had a wedding last night, the female detective drawled bluntly in her fine, dark suit, with her scrawny shoulder sloped against the dingy threshold of the skunky trailer. Her dusky skin glistened with a film of perspiration. The cockeyed trailers’ open-mouthed door couldn’t afford… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: “I can’t recommend this book enough. I had the honor of providing an honest review before the release, so all I can say is this: set your clocks, set a reminder on your phone. You are going to want to buy this book as soon as it hits the… Read more
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With my nose close to the ground, I smell insects and the piss of those that have gone before. Burying this snout of mine deep into the dirt, the scent of nature tickles my gums taking me closer to the true meaning of God. Growling, I stick my tongue out and taste the slime of Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 