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Outside of time. Floating through cold, empty streets. Trapdoors. Changing hearts and a raging war. The war of my insides. Boredom snuffed me out. It rendered me numb, somewhat dumb. Looking up at distant suns, we laid there in a garden so green, bathed in truthful moonlight. Meteor showers, scuttling spiders so fragile and quick.… Read more
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they write books that say nothing they paint pictures to sell on biscuit tins and rugs all these artists with no voices no ideas worth repeating at all if you’re going to speak speak the truth even if it means derison and abandonment who wants to be part of their useless generation anyway? Read more
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she’s got a cheating heart but so have i we’re both as bad as each other i want to hurt her to make the tears fall from her lying eyes to make her heart break as i tell her that i never really loved her she’s lonely wreckage a wilted flower and it’s no fault … Read more
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This was taken on my birthday. I am thirty. Old and young at the same time. Full of dreams, and haunted by ghosts. I’m lazy. I’m an underachiever. I’m bored. I’m full of secrets. Never grow up. Never act your age. Do what you want. Always. Read more
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The pages of a book, fluttering in the breeze. Something feels wrong. Something out of place. I’ve been so ill. Ever since she left me, there’s been nothing at all. Faces come and go, but they reek of poverty. Poverty of the soul. Too much cheapness. Too many shadows. Haunted by mistakes, by passing feelings.… Read more
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Loves dart. Changing hearts and Psalm blah blah. Breaking free of your mother’s curse, you should take my hand and walk with me through the fields of corn and the desert of the real. Parting your hair, I’ll show you the wonders others dare not face. They follow the rules, and bow down to the… Read more
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waking up next to your stretched skin my eyes hurt from the dirty sunlight that pours in through the window head cracked like an egg mouth dry with shame, suffocating so heavy, so dead this is what i wanted this is what i get cheapness, drowning in empty acts that attack the very heart of… Read more
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Walking through the woods on my birthday, and it’s pissing down with rain. I’m drenched. My cigarette goes out. Stood sheltering beneath a tree, a fox runs out from a bush. It looks at me, stops, then runs back. I’m tired, and there’s nothing to do. I don’t want to do anything though. Except write,… Read more
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I’ve only been working on the novel a few days, but already I’m possessed. The energy and passion are back with me like they were all those years ago. All doubt is removed. No, not just removed, but obliterated. I feel as though I can walk through walls, as if the boundaries that were once… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 