Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Creative Writing

  • Lover

    swallow a mouthful of wine swallow a mouthful of me watch the smoke from my mouth dance across your body watch these hands do what they want girl afraid just wishing to be touched to be loved like only a lover should so come on over come make us one with madness let’s find a… Read more

  • In Heaven, Everything Is Fine

    take hold of what I am, plug me in feel the burn of a maddened, bad machine eating your bones scream those animal screams as my body moves into yours let me have what I wan’t let me have it all every ounce of your flesh in my hands oh, pretty girl just give me… Read more

  • Inside

    These people that throw away their love. These humans who let go far too easily. Such petty interests they hold dear. Such low opinions they must have of what happiness consists of. Life is quick. Better to go with the flow than to take a moment to step back and look around. That’s how it… Read more

  • The Midnight Express

    Hoisted into thin air. Stripped naked and brutally whipped. Flesh cuts and bruised like an apple. Body aches. A mind so tired. Alcohol numbed and stained with smoke. Sun scorched and distorted. Burning dogs running through the panicked streets of Vallejo. The midnight express. A state of mind. A way to visit places now lost… Read more

  • A Ladybird Saved My Soul

    When I lost my mind, I would stay up late at night talking to a ladybird. Sat on the living room floor with a bottle of wine between my legs, it would appear and sit with me until I went to bed. I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. All my fault of course. Guilt… Read more

  • Time Out Of Hand

    Kissing tongues, and Jodie the pig. She sits in the window with big red eyes, laughing as the world passes her by. Be charming. Speak of horrors. Move from room to room, and tell tales of all that could’ve been. Burning lanterns. Sinking sands. Eclipsed suns, and passing moons above our lonely heads. Minds split.… 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

  • Believe In Something Others Can’t Grasp

      Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make… Read more

  • Devil

    Girl across the sea. She wants all that I’ve got. That body of hers, just begging to be crushed. These hands, just think of all they could do. The curves they could be caressing. The buttons they could press and undress. This energy, so potent and cruel. A waste not to possess. Imagine her on… 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