DamnedLovers
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Looking at the stars, George couldn’t help but think of how beautiful they were. He was but a mere cat, and yet he appreciated a sense of wonder like any other, whether or not it was real or imagined didn’t seem to matter. Focusing his mind, he told the animals to keep channelling their energy… Read more
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“Can you still hear me?” the voice asked. Floating in her pristine bubble of sadness, she could hear him perfectly well, and yet despite the nature of her predicament, she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe she was having a conversation with her neighbour’s cat. Or perhaps it was that as much as she secretly… Read more
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X was far from home. She was far from anywhere. The voice that called her name was a strange one. Not quite human, somehow. She wanted to keep going, but something made her stop. Turning around, she gazed at the stars that shone in every direction. There was no one there, but again the voice.… Read more
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With his paw touching her flesh, George saw endless stars. Not as they were in the sky but as they were in X’s mind, for although her body was dying, it was still connected to her spirit. This was important as it meant he could bring her back. It would be a difficult task as… Read more
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Thought I’d give an update. In April of last year, I wrapped up working on the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers. Working on the original pieces, I should say, as I then spent several months editing these pieces before publishing them on Amazon. It was a proud moment for me,… Read more
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As he set about returning X to the land of the living, it didn’t escape George that there was a big difference between bringing back a human compared to that of a cat. When he’d saved the life of his brother Bertie, it had been hard enough. So hard that the exhaustion had robbed him… Read more
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As the spirit of X separated from her body, the animals closed in. Such a thing as they were about to attempt had never before been done—not on a human anyhow. George, however, had performed the act on one of his brothers several years earlier. The brother in question, Bertie, had been hit by a… Read more
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In awe of the strange sights illuminating their eyes, the animals surrounded X— both the flesh and bone version of her sprawled out before them on the bathroom floor and the ethereal images that bore her face which were dancing in the air above. Those shapes; they were at once the meaning of life and the… Read more
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Not moving a muscle or whisker, George the tortoiseshell held his breath as if he’d been caught in the act of something shameful. After all, technically speaking he was trespassing. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve been on the prowl after catching the scent of some freshly cooked chicken, or perhaps looking for someplace new to… Read more
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Lifting her head off the floor, she felt the warm trickle of blood running down her pale face. Her hair was matted with the stuff. Clenching her fists, she pushed herself up and winced as her brain rocked back and forth in her skull. She wasn’t aware of the cat that had come in through… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 