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When he caught her, he washed her feet in soda water. She didn’t put up much of a fight. Not because she wasn’t frightened, but because she had seen his face before. It was mundane. Lacking in distinctive features, and above all, as harmless as a crippled kitten lagging two steps behind the rest of Read more
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There’s a ringing of church bells, and as the rain comes down harder and harder until each raindrop hitting my face feels like a pinprick, I take refuge beneath a parked car. Getting down onto my belly, my lips touch the cold, wet ground. It’s like kissing a lover who doesn’t want to be Read more
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My first book will be a collection of prose taken from my blog spanning a period of two years from January ’14 to January ’16. I received it back from the proofreaders the other day, and now I’m in the process of making the necessary amendments, writing the blurb, designing the covers, etc. Titled Read more
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Insects in her belly. They scuttle, always biting. Itching. There’s nothing secret about an abundance of insects. There’s nothing lovely about the horrors of nature just out of view. Behind the curtains of flesh, the terror of bone is forever. Muscle and cartilage, stretching and breaking in childbirth. They sound like the calling of Read more
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Nailing my hands to the cross, my mouth is turned upside down. The way the candle burns as she yearns for my touch; for the way my fingers explore her neurosis. Shoveling ashes, my days are spent hunting witches. They eat children. They float and suck on tender flesh. Oh, but these witches are Read more
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Burning wheels along the highway. Drunken sandstorms and tears in the fabric of space-time. Roses growing in fields of corn. Chalk beneath my feet, and the skulls of dead lovers churning in my belly. Beat, always beating as women devour what remains of my flesh. So hot- always drenched in sweat as they reduce me Read more
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I’m moving wheels. The days fly by. Images blur. Words, nothing but words. And beer. There should be women, but I need to focus. I’ve taken control. An attack on the senses, a visceral gob in the face to all those who accept banality. The visions I’ve created must be nailed to pages. They Read more
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Lump on my testicle. Drove me mad. Damaged brain, split me straight down the middle. The skull watching on the step, a reminder of what I am beneath. Young girl smoking a cigarette with fingers so slender. Teeth white slabs. Eyes shy and cute. Searching thoughts in the curve of her wrist. There’s something Read more
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All those boring fuckers. Y’know, the ones chained to rules and designs. The ones who surrender themselves to routines; to the happiness portrayed in dreary magazines. The cult of celebrity. Faces in the crowd, so painfully anonymous and happy in slavery. I too am a slave, yet I am not happy. I use words Read more
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Have a shower. Strip off them worn clothes, and feel the water that eases aching bones. Stand there in silence, cleansed of sin and work. Wash that beard. Run those fingers through greasy hair. Grab those balls, and say sorry to all the unborn children that never had a chance. It’s still summer, but it Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 