Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Art

  • Time Out Of Hand

    Kissing tongues, and Jodie the pig. She sits in the window with big red eyes, laughing as the world passes her by. Be charming. Speak of horrors. Move from room to room, and tell tales of all that could’ve been. Burning lanterns. Sinking sands. Eclipsed suns, and passing moons above our lonely heads. Minds split.… Read more

  • Twitter

    I made myself a Twitter account- @myredabyss I’ll be posting random fragments of thought on there.  Stuff I can write on the go, as opposed to what I put on here which is mostly written at the end of the day with a can of beer and cigarette in hand. Writing is taking over. Thoughts… Read more

  • Believe In Something Others Can’t Grasp

      Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make… Read more

  • What These Dreams Are Made Of

    All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the future… Read more

  • The Moment Our Lips First Met

    remember when our lips first met in that crowded room the taste of new born lovers overpowering like only romance can useless fears abandoned as we danced strangers no more intimacy so real as natural as birdsong the beauty in your eyes the love in your smile intoxicating astonishing immortal in my words never to… Read more

  • Sometimes I Make You Sad

    Sometimes, all a man has is the ability to make a woman sad. There’s something in seeing the tears roll down her face that makes us feel some sense of worth. Maybe it’s control, or we’re just impotent in love and compassion. Monsters, aren’t we all. So dumb and numb, we attack beauty in an attempt… Read more

  • There There

      From time to time, just let go. Sunshine and smiles. No barricades, only the sweet taste of summer. Eternal youth, so beautiful beneath a flowering blue sky. Sometimes I get so lonesome, but there’s more to life than meets the eye. These nights, they burn with secrets. There’s no controlling all that rages unseen.… Read more

  • Sepia Self Portrait

      I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more

  • Bad Machine

    Moodswings and changing faces. Big bad bones, ready to break and taste. The sandman comes calling. Comes wishing for a warm body to call his own. All that skin, and all those dreams, just begging to be consumed. Beneath flickering lights, a fan cuts through the air. Fingers peeling off useless clothes, the only thing… Read more

  • Somewhere Between

      On the brink of reason. A Landscape of yesterday’s rolling like thunder. Faces and places so quickly forgotten. Moments so strange, existing outside of time. A cool embrace upon the ashes of autumn leaves. More than a feeling. More than a woman. Something far beyond what we’re made of. Surrounded by objects, we seek… Read more