Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Journal

  • Choke

    lucid and betrayed  crack’d like skulls and  stain’d into what we are  only human  a version of reason  averted from unseeing eyes  don’t choke on regret  just surf wave after wave  and  never forget that there’s nothing more  nothing more than this  Read more

  • Junk Of The Hearts

    The days’ are sickly hot, and the women wear as little as possible. Flesh is what they live for, and it’s what they sell. Their sex is power, and they use it to attract the dumb impulses of men. Men who can’t help being human. It’s pitiful, and humorous, in equal amounts. Everywhere you turn, Read more

  • Lovers And Thunder

      Stormclouds come slowly floating over the town. Strange colours in the sky. Streets plunged into purgatory. My mouth tastes of beer and cigarettes. Rain gently falls. Lovers run to safety, with dogs chasing close behind. Time stands still, if only for a while. Moments, when the terrible rules we abide by, evaporate into thin Read more

  • Stained Lovers Passing Always

    Shapeless, bruised skin. Dejected hearts, burning brightly once more. I want nothing to do with love because love is cheap. It’s second hand, riddled with contradictions and hypocrisy. Love is selfish when it should be selfless. Writing gives me all the affection I need. It gives me intimacy, and it gives me magic. Away from Read more

  • Journal Entry

    Drinking beer in bed. My neck hurts. Could be cancer, but probably not. My balls are empty, wasted on empty lust. The sky grows dark, the moon, nowhere to be seen. My navel visible, my belly thinner than it was before. I’m watching a documentary about the universe. Reminds me that there’s more to life Read more

  • Dreams Of A Lunatic Artist

      I’ve been working on the novel again for just over a week now. And with every passing day, I feel more and more alive. Every time I sense the doubt creeping back in, I tell myself that I can give it up if I want. That I can look for a cushy 9-5 job Read more

  • This Mess We’re In

    she’s got a cheating heart  but so have i  we’re both as bad  as each other  i want to hurt her  to make  the tears fall from her  lying eyes  to make  her heart break as i tell her  that i never  really loved her  she’s lonely wreckage  a wilted flower  and it’s no fault  Read more

  • My Writing as Sex, Faith, and Religion

    I’ve only been working on the novel a few days, but already I’m possessed. The energy and passion are back with me like they were all those years ago. All doubt is removed. No, not just removed, but obliterated. I feel as though I can walk through walls, as if the boundaries that were once Read more

  • The Skull On The Step

        That skull outside is looking at me with a grin on its bony face. Sat perched on the edge of a step in the garden, it silently mocks me as a dog barks somewhere in the distance. Above it, the crescent moon is faintly visible in the blue sky. It calls to me, 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