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That skull outside is looking at me with a grin on its bony face. Sat perched on the edge of a step in the garden, it silently mocks me as a dog barks somewhere in the distance. Above it, the crescent moon is faintly visible in the blue sky. It calls to me,… Read more
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I started writing my novel five years ago, but truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it for the last three. Whenever I sat down to write, it was the last thing I wanted to do. There was no belief. No passion or desire in what I was doing. And when that happens, you might… Read more
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It seems that going mad was the best thing that ever happened to me. Before the breakdown of my relationship, and the mess that followed, I’d become complacent. Writing didn’t mean that much to me. Yes, I was working on a novel, but that had been reduced to wallpaper long beforehand. Whenever I tried to… Read more
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The evening rolls in. Warm, fresh. Fading blue skies. Work was busy, unfulfilling. The heat brings out women. Short skirts, cleavage on show. So many beautiful women. Sometimes, one will give me a smile. Occasionally, flirting occurs. I imagine what it would be like to fuck them. I see us both naked, going at it… Read more
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open your skull try to realise what it means when you’re alone and gasping for air those moments when love immerses you in its nature the desperate sense of longing that takes over yearning for the one you love’s embrace the one your dreams revolve around who sleeps deep inside your heart making a nest… Read more
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happiness is boredom and sex sex and boredom day after day, hour after hour summers, endless summers boiling lobsters and bottled beer cigarettes, smoked gazing out of windows overlooking suburban hell nothing to do, life is great this is glory sheer fucking glory Read more
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The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The… Read more
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The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 