Creative Writing
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The cat keeps on looking at me. I throw a marble at it, and he runs into the kitchen and sulks. I’m tired, so I drink another beer and study my Christmas presents. Earlier, I received a message from a girl in America. She thanked me for existing. It made me feel less like… Read more
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All day long I’ve been bombarded with other people’s opulence, so much so that I prayed for war during the Queen’s Speech. When I calmed down, I watched in silence as rain got in through the window and extinguished my candle. I’m angry, yet do nothing about it. Too many whiskies last night has… Read more
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Three stars upon her forehead, and the discovery of adult literature as she hides in the undergrowth. Piano music to drive away monsters lurking in early morning sorrow. Addiction, sometimes chemical, sometimes creation. Growing a beard to summon past ghosts, only to shave it off while bored and lacking in emotion. Nothing touches me… Read more
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You’ve got the money, but I’ve got the soul. Ain’t no romance in plastic culture. Ain’t no birth in sedated smiles. Creation swirls in the eyes of autumn lovers. Gothic women, and bearded machines. Too many dust filled relics of dead end visions. Life as magic, not tasks performed for dollars and cents. Trapdoors and… Read more
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In a constant state of unrest, my eyes are orbital hell. In a perpetual frenzy of feeling, she undresses without having to be asked twice. The lights of passing cars come and go while we smoke in the shadows. Dead leaves and stomach ulcers as the crowd disperse without knowing who or what we… Read more
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These bags of bones. These humans so captivated by all that’s useless. Bodies that grow old and dreams that die along with the last days of childhood. You’re so beautiful, and yet you’re in love with climbing the golden ladder that leads only to death. Fitting in. Succeeding with others. I should worship these… Read more
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The frame that captures your face. The mirrors that reflect the beauty of what you are. All those lonely roads, seeping from the corners of your eyes, drowned in time and lost adolescence. Relics of memories. Like particles of dust, drifting without words. Immersed in daydreams, I’m too tired to be coherent. To drift… Read more
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I want to fuck you on the shores of Fukushima; to taste all that’s toxic about your body and damn myself in the process. Beer doesn’t work the way it used to. The memory of your face duller with every lover, my tendency for adultery’s hard to resist. It’s in the search for more… Read more
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Without love and lust, we’re just dead in the water. Without passion, we may as well give up. These days of chaos, they beg for all the lonely lovers of the world to unite; they yearn for the touch of all those with hidden fire in their hearts to say what they mean to… Read more
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It happens when you’re not looking. Unaltered shadows and bodies that speak of employment. Lift up her skirt and witness the cables and computer screens that have replaced her sex. Lose yourself not in expression but the life pursuit of money. That’s what you say, hey? Photographs of identical beings, of ignorance and want.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 