Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Journal

  • Ghosts in the Machine

    Don’t try finding me. I’ll be a ghost before dawn comes calling. Maybe it was just a whim. Maybe it was because the pieces couldn’t be put back together any more. Who can say when the only witness lays scattered in the dark. Who can say what we’re looking for when we ourselves can’t say Read more

  • Madness My Medicine

      Stars that reside in a courtyard containing the desert and all the snowstorms that ever were. Sleepless like the night, she’s shapeless like a jewel. Memories of green. Blush response while waiting for a meal in a busy restaurant. Rain hits the window and shines under the glare of a street light. Buildings that Read more

  • Half Life

      New York snow. A labyrinth of streets with no name. Prise open the door of a crashed car as the steam from nearby sewers engulfs us. We implode as a train on the subway derails to the ringing of the Liberty Bell. Plastic chairs that fall into the gutter as buildings collapse beneath a Read more

  • Blindness

    Don’t subscribe to self help. Never listen to advice from shit eating smiles. There are no easy to follow steps. Guidance is useless, the only way is to walk through the fire. It will hurt. There’s no lie in the truth. You’ll do it alone. You were born alone, and you’ll die it too. They’ll Read more

  • Drunken Collaboration

    Witches cackle around their cauldrons  Wind blows cold bringing nothing but desolation  Stale tea stained breath beneath my pillow  Shallow hearts disappearing on every street corner  Etched faces in trees reminiscing of what was once mine  Everything’s eventual like the dimming of a star  Blind are those who see but not who hear  Builders of Read more

  • Glimpse

    A child discovers snow for the very first time His hands shiver as the flakes fall upon his pale face He dreams of a lover within a book Kissing brings perfection It holds the key to a timeless time Forever out of reach in the depths of pure imagination Read more

  • The Horror

      Separated fluids deemed superfluous. Lenses lost on the bottom of the sea. Lost futures. Crushed hopes buried beneath a landslide of shovelled shit. American streets of nowhere. Stop talking crap. Always trying to be obscure. Forever begging to be different by putting on the same old act- each act progressively worse than the first. Read more

  • Myth

    slowly these days turn in circles it’s yesterday now tomorrow’s been and gone like the truth were just a novelty just another building for dead people just another white lie to blind faded eyes the universe collapses whilst lovers burst into flames I forget the pain I forget their names repeat until it sinks in remember Read more

  • Days As Shapes

      Random encounters on the freeway. I’m grotesque. A mess of nerves and anxiety. Collapsing always, a waste of talent drifting among stationary vehicles on a cold, January night. The moon is dead. Dead like the rest. Drowned beneath century old icebergs. Mothers tongue ready for the haunt. Seven circles of hell around erect nipples. Read more

  • Past & Future States

    The trick is to stay angry. Contentment will be the death of you. Always want more. Strive for what’s out of reach. Be hungry for all they say is not within your grasp. It’s so easy to become stationary. To become pale beneath a godless sun. The worst thing is to lose sight of yourself. Read more