Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: The editors of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective know that our strength is our writers. We hope that you enjoy getting to know them through our new Writer Interview Series. What name do you write under? Kristiana Reed In what part of the world do you live? Tell us about… Read more

  • X is at the Fair

    X is at the fair. She’s eating donuts and licking the sugar from her fingers as the smoke of exploding fireworks obscures the sight of the full moon above. Sniffing the scent of gunpowder in the air, she eyes up all the stalls and the people playing games trying so hard to win cuddly toys… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I’d known The Boy about six years before I realised he had feelings.  Until then, I’d assumed he was like a dead tree – enigmatic and interesting to look at but essentially hollow and lifeless.  The Boy only made sense on drugs – taken by himself and his audience… Read more

  • Fly, fly, fly

    I’m in this store taking refuge from the unbearable heat outside. Sweat’s dripping down the nape of my neck causing my shirt to stick to my skin, so I move over to the fridges and stand there admiring a plethora of chilled goods. Picking up a can of Dr Pepper, I bring it to my… Read more

  • part 2

    Originally posted on samantha lucero: ? NEW ORLEANS: Morning rose and the wallowing sun divulged trace litters of a lady’s’ under things and a stringy rip of shredded denim. The evidence was fixed up in a concrete drainage ditch by a humid water line, with alien pale rocks that jutted out circling it like delegates… Read more

  • Own My Soul

    There’s a fire spreading out of control on Saddleworth Moor. Perhaps it’s the vengeful spirit of Ian Brady wreaking havoc on the place he once said he felt most at home. The place he killed and buried his child victims along with his lover, our Myra, back in the 60’s when life was good and… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective “I sit on the left-hand of the gods and have a special dispensation to decode the secret, universal rhythms, find patterns in the whispers which are inaudible to profane ears.” Jasper Kerkau/I am a F*cking Writer! Anthology Volume I:… Read more

  • Human Stains

    She writes down the names of her favourites stars on a sheet of lined paper, swallows her wine, then skips around the room somewhere between the giddy highs of elation and the unutterable despair that comes from knowing life can’t last forever. Today there’s magic and the lightness of being, and then tomorrow she’s shovelling… Read more

  • X

    Walking in the middle of the road with a bottle of beer in hand, I see this orb, this glowing, yellow and orange orb, and in my drunken state, I imagine it to be X. As it hovers above the trees before swooping to the ground, it fizzes and hisses like one of those sparklers… Read more

  • Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Beware the moon, boy. Beware her swollen belly too as she stumbles into the room demanding the last of your Jaffa Cakes. Even if you really love someone, you should never give them the last of your Jaffa Cakes. It’s just one of those things you never do, right?… Read more