Creative Writing
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it’s like time doesn’t exist, it’s like everything is happening at the same moment, and it is, more or less, i guess. i heard some music and it thawed out my heart, it was the past slipping out of an ice block. those years that get behind you, they pull on those strings and make… Read more
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One half of me pictures her on a golden plateau wearing a pretty skyline dress, her face painted cute with lipstick and mascara, so tempting like only she knows how. I walk towards her, my hands wanting, not caring about anything else. Ripping off her dress, I reveal a body I’ve taken so many times… Read more
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Something I once wrote, six long years ago; the melancholy of a supermarket on a friday night is indescribable, it’s the saddest thing ever, watching all those people, all those traces of human existence, coming and going, it’s unbearable. i didn’t stay long but it was long enough to infect me. friday nights watching the… Read more
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All those times she slept alone while I stayed up writing and drinking. Succumbing to madness, there was nothing else I could do except to give in to temptation. The nights burned with fire, and they still do. I can’t rest like others. Can’t accept the comfort that’s worshipped with complete devotion by so many.… Read more
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I’m sat in a cafe where creation and banality are born in equal measure. The streets are busy, and all the pale sex machines walk by without even looking. Push up bras and black stockings. Empty heads and muscle machines. Suits and designer stubble, all of them swirling arm in arm like turds down… Read more
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Aching limbs galore. Mind and body half asleep. Unwashed and unshaven, a month old beard hanging from a face that doesn’t care. When the sun comes out, I sit in the garden. When it rains, I go indoors and make myself a cup of tea before falling asleep. Several hours later, and the words come… Read more
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Scattered black petals as she undresses beneath a crescent moon. Necklace removed then placed by the sink; an evening of shame slowly dissolves as she bathes herself in lukewarm water. If it takes a golden ring to capture her love, then that’s what it takes. If there’s nothing left to give other than saying… Read more
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It’s down all those streets you had long since forgotten. It’s in the trees that called your secret name so many years ago. There’s no reason to fear all that has passed, just take a peek inside, and see what you find. Some buildings remain the same, whilst others have crumbled. Some relics have long… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 