Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Faith

  • Lonely Moonchild

      Bottled up feelings kept out of sight and hidden from view. They weigh you down, pulling you beneath the surface. Too many relics, too much junk. Always silent, never releasing. Never speaking the fears that choke you when you’re alone. Lost in the woods, in a maze of trees and broken dreams. Depression, anxiety. Read more

  • Still

      These days of struggle. These hours of intent. In my room, I write. There are no amazing accolades. There is no money. My novel still a work in progress. So many years have I taken to arrive at this point, and still I’m only at the beginning. Doubt plagues me every day. I’m not Read more

  • Waste And Perfection

    Wash beneath your foreskin. Be concerned by cancerous moles. Check for lumps. Hold your balls, and search for the end. Get fucked up. Fuck, like there’s no tomorrow. Drop acid. Drink until your insides bleed. Smoke until your lungs burn black. A vision of the future- an old man dying, pacing the hospital floor. Heaven Read more

  • Portrait Of The Artist As A Young(ish) Man

    I started writing my novel five years ago, but truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it for the last three. Whenever I sat down to write, it was the last thing I wanted to do. There was no belief. No passion or desire in what I was doing. And when that happens, you might Read more

  • Always

    y’know, you’re looking for answers in all the wrong places always running craving some kind of mental clarity but all you ever do is push those around you away further and further each day y’know, if it wasn’t so tragic it would be funny and i’d laugh until my sides burst emptying my alcoholic guts Read more