Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Creative Writing

  • Antics

    I swam as free as a dolphin, or perhaps it was a sperm. This was my rebirth after all, and it seemed apt that I should again resemble what I had once been. In an eternal sea of possibility, it was as clear as the light guiding me that the way was not to be… Read more

  • Spectral Guts

    In one breath I was floating with a billion stars, and then I saw they weren’t stars at all but glowing, pulsating orbs. Watching as they moved as if at random, I felt myself fading away only to be reborn, for where there had once been human flesh and the orange glow of fox fur,… Read more

  • Zipping this way and that, Herbie reached out his tiny paws to touch one of the many orbs, and upon doing so saw that the flesh and fur of his arms had begun to painlessly disappear. There was mild panic, especially when he noticed X’s feathers were shimmering out of existence too, yet as the… Read more

  • Souls Such as Them

    Picking Herbie up with her beak, X leapt into the air and did her best to flap her wings. The pull of the door was too strong though, and as soon as her tiny feet left the ground, she found herself hurtling into the light. The second she did, she realised it wasn’t the light… Read more

  • Taking a step towards the door, I felt myself drawn by the same invisible force that had enchanted the snow. Not only did it have a hold of my body, but it had a hold of my soul, and even though I at first fought against it, the moment I surrendered, the music flowed through… Read more

  • Strange Callings

    Rusty held his breath then cleared his throat with a series of grunts in preparation for a speech I could take with me through the door. In truth, I was happy to sit by his side a while longer, for company such as his was a rare find, and in this furry skin I’d found… Read more

  • Chained to the Sun

    The music elevated my soul to a higher plane. Each one of us in the presence of the door was captivated by it. Her song—and it was her song—it connected our hearts to the stars and the memories of all things that shone in between. It may have been my door to move through and… Read more

  • The Songs They Sang

    Blinking the snow from my eyes, we sat before the door listening to the music coming from within. The animals did the same, as did the trees that were circling upon the tips of their gnarly roots. With their branches raised to the clouds, the noises emanating from their trunks sounded like thunder, and I… Read more

  • Eskimo Kiss

    With a cheeky whip of his tail, George prepared to take flight. His door was calling to him, and the music it made could be avoided no longer. Taking a good look at the magpie-come-woman before him, he leaned his head forward, and the two of them shared an Eskimo kiss. “Tell me, George, where… Read more

  • Where You Need to Be

    George felt the call of another place. It came from a door no one but he had ever stepped through. Once he found it, he was almost certain he’d never come this way again. It was immeasurably sad, and yet when he thought of her journey and the part he’d played, he couldn’t help but… Read more