Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Creative Writing

  • Soft

    Memories of touch, of swaying bodies beneath flashing lights. These are the days that make us burn with fury. Wild delight through sensation. To feel that girl within my hands. Oh, but she was never just a girl, and she was more than just a woman. Curves and heated scent. Freedom of thought, and the… Read more

  • Moments

      If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we… Read more

  • What These Dreams Are Made Of

    All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the future… Read more

  • The Moment Our Lips First Met

    remember when our lips first met in that crowded room the taste of new born lovers overpowering like only romance can useless fears abandoned as we danced strangers no more intimacy so real as natural as birdsong the beauty in your eyes the love in your smile intoxicating astonishing immortal in my words never to… Read more

  • Sometimes I Make You Sad

    Sometimes, all a man has is the ability to make a woman sad. There’s something in seeing the tears roll down her face that makes us feel some sense of worth. Maybe it’s control, or we’re just impotent in love and compassion. Monsters, aren’t we all. So dumb and numb, we attack beauty in an attempt… Read more

  • There There

      From time to time, just let go. Sunshine and smiles. No barricades, only the sweet taste of summer. Eternal youth, so beautiful beneath a flowering blue sky. Sometimes I get so lonesome, but there’s more to life than meets the eye. These nights, they burn with secrets. There’s no controlling all that rages unseen.… Read more

  • Dancing On Thin Ice

    we don’t owe you our bodies nor our hearts and minds for together we burn dancing on thin ice we don’t care what tomorrow holds because tonight is ours so lets give in to what we feel inside lets be natural is there anything else? Read more

  • Sepia Self Portrait

      I took a photo of myself in the mirror. Neither here nor there, I’m somewhere in between. Read more

  • Passing Always Through The Fire

      too many people  too much junk  a tasteless affair, draining daily  always the same  the shame, of being so different  should just surrender  be like everyone else  but that would surely be a fate worse than death  thin and dreamless  starless like an abyss  gotta keep those dreams burning bright  gotta hold on to… Read more

  • Bad Machine

    Moodswings and changing faces. Big bad bones, ready to break and taste. The sandman comes calling. Comes wishing for a warm body to call his own. All that skin, and all those dreams, just begging to be consumed. Beneath flickering lights, a fan cuts through the air. Fingers peeling off useless clothes, the only thing… Read more