Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Dreams

  • Plague Lover

      Time. Words. The freedom of not being in a relationship, and the loneliness that inevitably follows. Solitude. The need to sever those ties, so stories have the space they need to breathe naturally. Neglecting lovers comes with the territory. A cruel bastard I am. A coward, more than likely. There have been several women… Read more

  • The True Dance

      Dancing around the rim of chalk, on either side the forest grows ever on. Further ahead along the path you walk, her scent is spreading rapidly. Visions of her sex never ending. Passing always, the flowers sigh as you move by. The trees speak of love, and they sing a song just like the… Read more

  • Butterfly Kisses

      With your perfect pouting face, do you think you can hold off the hand of time from dispensing you like a fly? With those impressive breasts, do you think you can seduce at will and deny the big nothing that lurks at the foot of your bed? Sex won’t save you from obscurity; it… Read more

  • Days

    those days where you lay in the bath unwilling to do anything hot water easing aching bones sounds drifting in through the window flies and sometimes spiders dust that collects around the sink it’s not sadness, more just a feeling of wanting to be away from everyone else Read more

  • Abstract Daddy

      Perched on the edge of the bed, there’s no line between where I end, and you begin. Only I never end, not really. A dream upon waking that never leaves, there’s no substance to what I am. I’m void of flesh and bone. I’m everything where there should be nothing. A black hole. An… Read more

  • Death Rattle

    Against the cruel. Against the uncaring. Too many evils where only love should be. Majestic and horrifying in equal measure, sometimes the beauty gets so much that you don’t know what to do with yourself. Sometimes, the darkness is inescapable, swallowing all in its path. Such a mess of existence. Such a waste of chance.… Read more

  • Crash

      Cunt cunt. The thrill of fantasy as you straddle me while hissing like a snake. Merging on the freeway, the threat of extinction causes our bodies to swell in neon sunlight. Burning wheels and hostages. Tyres around their necks, and the taste of your mouth as I part the hair that covers your black’d… Read more

  • Six Word Story

    Pistol whipped, and divided by nine  Read more

  • Divinity

      Hallucinating my illness between your thighs, the sky is alive with days of drunken freedom and untold horrors. Buried deep beneath the structures of modern living, the need to breathe sinks heavy in the gut. To be graceful when shadows keep closing in. To cling to love when others try their best to crush… Read more

  • Midnight Sun

      She sleeps in fire, hot coals beneath her feet. The rest use their sex, yet she is a mind that will not bend to the limitations of the flesh. Turn away from the dim crowd, and be like the trees. The body fades fast. Drifting further away each day, those eyes that seek you… Read more