Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Anxiety

  • Safe From Harm

    With the wind in her hair, she floats around until landing in the cemetery on the outskirts of town. Trudging through the knee-high wet grass, she lifts teddy onto her shoulders. Ain’t letting you get mucky, she says. It’s spooky and kooky, and she’d rather be somewhere warm, but she’s come to pay her respects.… Read more

  • The One They Call Their Own

    Removing the shoelace from her right boot, she loops one end around her wrist and the other around the arm of her prized teddy bear. That way you won’t get lost, she tells him. Looking out across town as it pulses with the sounds of music and giddy laughter, she holds teddy close to her… 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Fluff- S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

    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

  • four in the morning

    80’s horror movies on videotapes sifted from boxes sitting around for years doing nothing heather langenkamp with those cute lips and goofy front teeth and those vaginal eyebrows that speak to me of the wonders of desperate sweat pyjamas then no pyjamas hands around a throat then fingers in the mouth with streams of spit… Read more

  • all outlines remain

    flowers tied to a lamp post celebrating those dead kids you still hear playing long into the night dog head poking out the window licking the wind dribbling on the pizza delivery man below who’s bringing me my meat feast and garlic bread with outstretched arms and a single clenched fist which he shakes at… Read more