Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Dreams

  • Citizen Insane

    We worship killers and lizards. Pig shooters on the cusp of dawn. Breathtaking displays of impotence. Read the book of the moon and decipher what it means to be alone. Kiss with lips empty. You can travel the world yet you can never escape the person you’re destined to become. Shaped by others and shaped… Read more

  • Minotaur

    All that booze. All those infinite bottles of moderate poison. Beer and cigarettes. Drunken wonders whilst completely out of control. The Nanking Massacre whilst we cry over misplaced words. The places I should never have set foot in. The lovers I let down whilst too submerged with my own pointless grief. Writers block. Lifeless daydreams.… Read more

  • Monster

    I don’t know where time goes. It’s just too hard to try and understand where all those moments end up. All those perfect, self-contained memories. Those fleeting scenes of harmony that are now lost like everything else. It’s a strange ride when you think about it. The here and now that passes us by when… Read more

  • Extract From A Novel

    “Wrapped in each others arms, we fell into the abyss. Hurtling through the electrical darkness faster than you could imagine, it were as if we were moving through the centre of the universe. In the heart of god, the laws of reality held no meaning. No time or space to shackle us, the truth of… Read more

  • Blood and Stars

      There was an eclipse as I stood outside work pretending to water some dead flowers. Cloudy skies and people taking photographs on their phones. A rock of ages casting its shadow on me knowing the moment was already a memory. It was as if I were looking back from a time I had no… Read more

  • Bodies in Flight

    Hushed voices as her skeleton remains sacred. Trees that cover her like a blanket. Wrapped in natural horror, she dreams of being found yet they’ll never unearth the secrets she holds dear. Temporary pain not of interest to me. Only the glow of smiles as my teeth flash like those of the Cheshire Cat. Blow… Read more

  • Wednesday

    The same faces. The same place. A drunken man falls into a pram. The mother too busy sucking on a cigarette not noticing as the drunk pukes all over her baby. Schoolgirls babbling as schoolboys make inane noises whilst throwing litter over dead flowers. Traffic stationary. Trees bending in the wind as somewhere far away… Read more

  • Every Little Thing

    See the world but don’t see yourself. Buried too deep within flesh and bone. Submerged in shadows like ink across the eyes. Days and weeks and months and years. Seasons fade. Not reborn just replayed. Sex dispels. It paints pictures that aren’t real. American hostages lined up by the side of a roadblock. Floating in… Read more

  • We All Turn To Dust

    navigate a different path examine yourself judge yourself divorce yourself from reality know your birth lust the melancholy of where you come from the feral ways of future past fifty words to describe sadness several ways to walk in a straight line the only thing that ever changes is you the world stands still a… Read more

  • Yes

      You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers. A tiny violin on cute little wrists. Crimson kings and bandages suffering like a million victims of war. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading… Read more