Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Thunder Child

      Was supposed to write something meaningful, something majestic and sad, but couldn’t quite get in the right mood. So instead the words roll as and when they see fit. On the bookshelf next to my bed, there’s a bottle of Jack Daniels that’s been sat there since last Christmas. Shouldn’t really drink the stuff… Read more

  • Finally We Are No One

      If you curl up as small as you can, do you think it’s possible to wriggle away from what you fear most? Do you feel that if you block out all you’ve lost, that it’s possible to smile despite knowing you’ve smiled a smile far brighter? Does your love churn deep down even though… Read more

  • From Hell

      She takes a grape and makes it disappear. I carve a replica of Cleopatra’s Needle and watch as it goes in and out. And that’s what it does, hour after hour as I crouch at the end of the bed laughing with infant glee as she flowers on the brink of euphoria. In and… Read more

  • One for Sorrow

      We are magpies. We are ghosts. We are shelf stackers, lovers, drifters, and in the cold wind that blows we keep on drifting through the nights until all that’s left are buildings that used to speak but which now remain silent. Do you remember any of those nights? Can you recall the taste of… Read more

  • Not Like That, Like This

      When the itch gets too much to bear, do you drink yourself away or do you peel back your flesh and let them see what gnaws at your bones? Maybe it’s both? Who gives a fuck. Just say what you’ve got to say before the chopper comes to chop off your head, because when… Read more

  • The Naked Lightbulb

      Through the forests we run and down the streets that burn like our insides after too much whisky we glide as if we’re skating on ice. Are we trying to escape our past? Are we doing our best to flee from the dirty truths that haunt our nights? Or is it that we’re chasing a… Read more

  • Lilith

      She has a demon beneath each fingernail and a poltergeist that follows her from place to place and whenever she’s in my arms it causes her to break free and run. There’s an ouija board I use from to time to time when I’m drunk. We got it from her cousin, the one who… Read more

  • City 17

      It’s snowing again and the price of the popcorn is extortionate, yet she’s wearing such a pretty dress that it keeps me from caring. It’s got the New York skyline on it and those legs of hers, they look so sensual and the feel of them beneath my fingers makes me shiver. We watch… Read more

  • Another Ghost

    It could be the last night on earth, or maybe it’s just another argument that ends with her sleeping in the spare bedroom. She was angered by my apparent lack of regard concerning her outbreak of spots. When I got up to close the window because a spider had just scuttled in, she kept asking… Read more

  • If This Is a Man

      They asked me what I would do if I didn’t have my writing. Um, probably stay in bed all day crying I guess because everything hurts and yet at the same time I feel completely numb. Maybe you should see a doctor? They might be able to give you something. I’ve been to doctors and they gave… Read more