Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Anxiety

  • Rain Dogs

      Some stars and a handful of tiny stones to throw upon the surface of the lake. Maybe they’ll skip along, or maybe they’ll sink to the bottom never to be seen again. As a kid, I wished for the ability to drain all the oceans just to be able to see what was underneath.… Read more

  • Pleasure Seekers

      The moment she begins, some guy in Brazil is forced to his knees in a ditch by the side of the road. The second she sticks those fingers in as deep as they can go, the guy gets his head blown off with an assault rifle wielded by some kid wearing flip-flops and a… Read more

  • There’s Light in You

      Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I hate you. Sometimes there’s this urge in me to write down my feelings in a letter letting you know how you’re in every word of mine. That how even though we don’t know each other anymore, you’re with me every step of the way. The truth can… Read more

  • Black Mirror

      She waits for the bus, and I’m looking but pretending I’m not because I don’t want her to know she interests me. I’m made of stone, you see, and I don’t want no woman knowing she’s getting under my skin making me feel like anything other than the distant writer I claim to be.… Read more

  • YouTube: Death/Blood/ Inventing Words/ Two Readings

      Made a new video. There’s talk about the sudden death of someone I kinda knew but didn’t. There’s further discussion on haircuts, inventing words, bad hand hygiene, and then I attempt to read two pieces from the journals. One from each, in fact. Those pieces are Lonely Roads, and Mythic Porno Machine. Worth a watch… Read more

  • Angel Hair

      From outside comes rubbish music and raised voices from two cokeheads in a car parked by the side of the road. They talk for hours about nothing and when they don’t talk they just sit there trying not to think about the nature of existence. It makes their dim heads hurt, you see. The… Read more

  • Reflectors. – S.K. Nicholas

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You. Her. She. The bottle and a banshee and a priest. A will-o’-the-wisp and the gleam of painted lips all puckered up and ready for the kiss. No poetry and then a little poetry. No women and then your image that comes sauntering into view behind the back of… Read more

  • Succubus

      When I’m on my deathbed, and my death rattle is ringing out to all four corners of the room, behind my dying eyes, it shall be you I see. When I’m fading away like someone else’s dream, it shall be your smile that takes me to the great beyond, because no one else has… Read more

  • The Medusa Touch

      No apologies, just a goodbye fuck to ease the boredom of our boring lives. When it’s over, I go to the bathroom while she wipes herself clean before messaging some guy she knows. Leaning over the sink, I wash my cock with the shower nozzle and then dab it dry with some tissue. It… Read more

  • The Doors

      If you let down your guard and show yourself for what you are, the days as you know them will come to an end. If you stand in your back garden and undress with the rain splashing against your face, then the hour has come for you to show your true hand. When I’m… Read more