Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Creative Writing

  • Sinners Salt

    Havana. Wisconsin. Trespass my soul for a new way to find the secrets we long to see. Native American fears. Boundless skies stretching blue for as far as the eye can see. Oceans in a bellybutton. Trees hold memories. They sing to us as we walk so lonesome to pass the time of day. A… Read more

  • The Centre of the Universe

    These rooms. They attract too many shadows. Balloons tied to my feet. Crayons drawn on my pale face to make me more colourful. Horses sinking on the horizon. Cigarettes staining what was once fresh linen. Stray dogs and energy drinks at every turn. Paychecks for virtual blowjobs. Writing not as something spiritual, but as something… Read more

  • Ghosts in the Machine

    Don’t try finding me. I’ll be a ghost before dawn comes calling. Maybe it was just a whim. Maybe it was because the pieces couldn’t be put back together any more. Who can say when the only witness lays scattered in the dark. Who can say what we’re looking for when we ourselves can’t say… Read more

  • Madness My Medicine

      Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that… Read more

  • Half Life

      New York snow. A labyrinth of streets with no name. Prise open the door of a crashed car as the steam from nearby sewers engulfs us. We implode as a train on the subway derails to the ringing of the Liberty Bell. Plastic chairs that fall into the gutter as buildings collapse beneath a… Read more

  • Blindness

    Don’t subscribe to self help. Never listen to advice from shit eating smiles. There are no easy to follow steps. Guidance is useless, the only way is to walk through the fire. It will hurt. There’s no lie in the truth. You’ll do it alone. You were born alone, and you’ll die it too. They’ll… Read more

  • Drunken Collaboration

    Witches cackle around their cauldrons  Wind blows cold bringing nothing but desolation  Stale tea stained breath beneath my pillow  Shallow hearts disappearing on every street corner  Etched faces in trees reminiscing of what was once mine  Everything’s eventual like the dimming of a star  Blind are those who see but not who hear  Builders of… 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

  • The Horror

      Separated fluids deemed superfluous. Lenses lost on the bottom of the sea. Lost futures. Crushed hopes buried beneath a landslide of shovelled shit. American streets of nowhere. Stop talking crap. Always trying to be obscure. Forever begging to be different by putting on the same old act- each act progressively worse than the first.… Read more

  • Myth

    slowly these days turn in circles it’s yesterday now tomorrow’s been and gone like the truth were just a novelty just another building for dead people just another white lie to blind faded eyes the universe collapses whilst lovers burst into flames I forget the pain I forget their names repeat until it sinks in remember… Read more