Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

DamnedLovers

  • The Naked Lightbulb

      Through the forests we run and down the streets that burn like our insides after too much whisky we glide as if we’re skating on ice. Are we trying to escape our past? Are we doing our best to flee from the dirty truths that haunt our nights? Or is it that we’re chasing a… Read more

  • Lilith

      She has a demon beneath each fingernail and a poltergeist that follows her from place to place and whenever she’s in my arms it causes her to break free and run. There’s an ouija board I use from to time to time when I’m drunk. We got it from her cousin, the one who… Read more

  • City 17

      It’s snowing again and the price of the popcorn is extortionate, yet she’s wearing such a pretty dress that it keeps me from caring. It’s got the New York skyline on it and those legs of hers, they look so sensual and the feel of them beneath my fingers makes me shiver. We watch… Read more

  • Another Ghost

    It could be the last night on earth, or maybe it’s just another argument that ends with her sleeping in the spare bedroom. She was angered by my apparent lack of regard concerning her outbreak of spots. When I got up to close the window because a spider had just scuttled in, she kept asking… Read more

  • If This Is a Man

      They asked me what I would do if I didn’t have my writing. Um, probably stay in bed all day crying I guess because everything hurts and yet at the same time I feel completely numb. Maybe you should see a doctor? They might be able to give you something. I’ve been to doctors and they gave… Read more

  • Primal

      As I’m trying to write, she removes the laptop from my hands and slides down my trousers and pants. At first, I’m annoyed, and so is she because not much is going on but then I keep looking at her breasts and even though I don’t want to I can’t help it. Trying to… Read more

  • Black Friday 

      Each empty bottle of beer that sits on your desk is an empty dream that has since popped inside your black’d out head. Each needle that digs deep into the veins of those waiting for you on the streets outside sings your name in a way you wish it wouldn’t. If a star is… Read more

  • Falling Through the Ice

      With every word that’s written comes the deconstruction of the man you used to know. With every expression comes a changing that breaks down barricades. See them crumble- see them collapse- then breathe in the dust until you choke like I have choked so many times down so many years that have now lost… Read more

  • The Best of Me

      You must know by now that I’m an avid fan. You must feel it in your bones that my idea of love is not like any other love. The dreams people dream- how boring they seem compared to what we keep within our shattered heads. But just because they’re shattered doesn’t mean they’re broken. Our… Read more

  • Women

      Remember the time you were in love with two women? One you slept and planned a future with while the other was the only one who ever got beneath your skin? With one, you experienced a sense of peace and tranquillity, the other a sense of conflict and rage. It didn’t end well with… Read more