Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

DamnedLovers

  • Own My Soul

    There’s a fire spreading out of control on Saddleworth Moor. Perhaps it’s the vengeful spirit of Ian Brady wreaking havoc on the place he once said he felt most at home. The place he killed and buried his child victims along with his lover, our Myra, back in the 60’s when life was good and… Read more

  • Human Stains

    She writes down the names of her favourites stars on a sheet of lined paper, swallows her wine, then skips around the room somewhere between the giddy highs of elation and the unutterable despair that comes from knowing life can’t last forever. Today there’s magic and the lightness of being, and then tomorrow she’s shovelling… Read more

  • X

    Walking in the middle of the road with a bottle of beer in hand, I see this orb, this glowing, yellow and orange orb, and in my drunken state, I imagine it to be X. As it hovers above the trees before swooping to the ground, it fizzes and hisses like one of those sparklers… Read more

  • Fluff- S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Beware the moon, boy. Beware her swollen belly too as she stumbles into the room demanding the last of your Jaffa Cakes. Even if you really love someone, you should never give them the last of your Jaffa Cakes. It’s just one of those things you never do, right?… Read more

  • four in the morning

    80’s horror movies on videotapes sifted from boxes sitting around for years doing nothing heather langenkamp with those cute lips and goofy front teeth and those vaginal eyebrows that speak to me of the wonders of desperate sweat pyjamas then no pyjamas hands around a throat then fingers in the mouth with streams of spit… Read more

  • all outlines remain

    flowers tied to a lamp post celebrating those dead kids you still hear playing long into the night dog head poking out the window licking the wind dribbling on the pizza delivery man below who’s bringing me my meat feast and garlic bread with outstretched arms and a single clenched fist which he shakes at… Read more

  • Like Superman

    I wanna run into the sun. Just strip myself of skin and become one with all things. So I run. Dropping my groceries to the ground, I launch through the streets into the woods and then the nearby fields, moving as fast as my aching legs allow. It’s not pretty nor is it graceful, and… Read more

  • She’s Greasy

    When she’s on the brink, she tastes suicide and there goes another of her nine lives. Her toes have gone numb. Each and every one of them. Her throat’s tight, too. So tight she can barely breathe. She stinks. Sickly so sickly. Sweet so sweet like sugar on wet lips. She blinks her eyes. One… Read more

  • The Sounds of Interpol

    She’s got her cigarettes. She’s got her magic pills, too. Those that keep her mind from cracking like a nut when things get too much. Swallowing one with a mouthful of ginger beer, she pinches her nipples and bites her tongue imagining it’s his teeth and not her fingers working their magic. If she closes… Read more

  • That Perfect Kiss

    Down unfamiliar streets, this body of mine crumbles with each step, and yet from within, there’s this music that beats to a tune of its own. Flesh slips from bone and doubt dances with regret, and not one hour goes by when it doesn’t feel like I’m struggling for each breath, but here I am,… Read more