Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Books

  • Not Even Water

    They say he’s satirical. Perhaps parasitical. One thing for sure is that the road he walks is as long as the tongue of a toad. No, it’s almost certainly longer, but the tongues of the toads on these roads grow long indeed. It might be hard for a closed mind to believe, but these are… Read more

  • Videotape

      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

  • Three Devils On a Park Bench

    Footsteps. Maybe broken ribs. Cigarettes and torn stockings. Blood soaked gums. Stick it in. Smear it real good. Sunken cheekbones. Bows and arrows and heat rays that snatch at our sex as we try to just exist without death always biting at our ankles. Humbled by mosquitoes, my past emits deafening howls. It squashes memory… Read more

  • Wednesday

    The same faces. The same place. A drunken man falls into a pram. The mother too busy sucking on a cigarette not noticing as the drunk pukes all over her baby. Schoolgirls babbling as schoolboys make inane noises whilst throwing litter over dead flowers. Traffic stationary. Trees bending in the wind as somewhere far away… Read more

  • Glimpse

    A child discovers snow for the very first time His hands shiver as the flakes fall upon his pale face He dreams of a lover within a book Kissing brings perfection It holds the key to a timeless time Forever out of reach in the depths of pure imagination Read more

  • On The Horizon With Bleeding Flowers And Love-Soaked Smiles

    She comes to me at the bottom of a bottle. She swims in each mouthful, with cigarettes smoked in a drunken haze. Sparks of yesterday, glowing in her tricky brown eyes. Broken towns and factories. Boarded-up shops that speak of loss and sorrow. The rain came down, soaking us as we kiss. In the park… 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

  • All Night Long

    All the kings horses and all the kings women, could never put me back together again. My insides crave red walls of flesh. My belly’s full of insects. Suck’d and dissolved. Balls full of dead children. Swimming in pools of despair. Legs of golden honey. Breasts that deserve to be worshipped. Modern religion. Gods of my… Read more

  • An English Field

          Today. After work, I walked through an English field. It took me two hours in all. At one point, I stumbled across a girl with blonde hair reading a book not far from where this photo was taken. Miles from nowhere, I was worried she would panic at my sudden appearance, fearing… Read more