Creative Writing
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The years get behind me, and yet the women don’t get any older. Attracted by youth. By the young blood that keeps me from turning to stone. Give yourself to another and become their victim. Open yourself up to attack, and fall foul of their blessed opinions. Expectations never fulfilled, you’re always going to let… Read more
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The years come and go. Writing to save a lost soul, it fades then comes back again. Words not to pass the time, but to give time meaning. This isn’t just some hobby. Reflection not a curiosity, but a way of life. Others occupy themselves with their riddles of relationships and jobs. They give their… Read more
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Old buildings and stairwells to the coffee stains on your favourite books. Eyes wide as the road brings us faces and stories that change with every passing hour. Feelings in the pit of our stomachs, washed away to some other place with all those endless bottles of warm beer. The sky is always grey. No… Read more
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The place where we break ourselves. The bed on which we fuck until the sun’s swallowed by the hollow moon. London disease. Free way decapitation as I press my hands around your throat whilst gazing into wishful eyes. Solemn lovers. Melancholy sweethearts drunk on ideas and cheap wine. Books eaten instead of food. The dead… Read more
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All avenues between our smoke filled mouths cast aside. Beer then whiskey as rain pisses down in the streets we walked as students. Clouds and trees and endless cars. Sadness a drug as you wrap your body in a tight city dress. Those legs in black stockings. Those breasts beneath the image of a… Read more
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The kid lies half in the gutter, half in the road. A blanket covers his kicked in face. A cigarette perched between my lip and finger, there’s only selfish thanks that it’s him and not me. Traffic clogs the dirty streets. An ambulance struggles to reach him like my desires battle against flesh. Blood and… Read more
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She dances to the man in the unmarked grave. Old guitars in Mexico that trap her timid soul. Insects crawling on her thighs as the night bares witness to the scars of darkened pasts. This is here, and we are now. The universe alive in the cuts upon her tiny wrists. Bulimic woes and ghosts… Read more
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When you’re coming apart at the seams, what do you see inside? When no one believes in your dreams, how does it make you feel? Do you break down in despair, or do you drink to numb the pain? When so many years of visions and faith have passed you by, do you still have… Read more
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all those greasy piggies and. cigarettes. overweight. stinking. deformed like sex in sunken nightclubs. drunk. vacant. her. here. there. teeth in maelstrom holes. vagina dentata. Hand jobs and solvent abuse. lights. flashing. hidden disease. covered faces. mouth. cancer. breasts. skin. flesh. genital warts. elephant man. 4f. tumour. pissing delinquent. humphrey bogart. expanding universes in her… Read more
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English fears and English desperation. Silence among the empty buildings that litter every high street. Traffic jams outside shopping malls on dull, Sunday afternoons. It rains while the insects go about their daily chores consumed by mediocrity. Cemeteries, disused roads, and trash on every corner. Flashing lights beneath clouds the shape of her swollen belly.… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 