Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • A Journal for Damned Lovers

    As well as continuing to develop my novel, next year I’m planning to publish a book containing a collection of selected blog entries. Available in digital and physical form, it will house my own personal favourites, as well as those that have received the most fanfare. It’s a vanity project, but also a way of… Read more

  • Phase #5

    She lactates as my head goes down. Experiences submerged. Questions unanswered as her milk collects between us. Bedsheets soaked. Passion unhindered by passing storms and salivating delight. She washes in the shower as a million stones gather around her waist, joining the orbit of lifeless men and insects that have been there before. Cold evening.… Read more

  • All of Whom are Witches

    Limbo blasted into their skulls. Limbo, gushing from their empty eyes then swallowed back into thirsty mouths. Sockets of bone, crushed and glowing, showing the wonders of nothing. The core of whores, all of whom are witches. Pyramids, introverted cigarette burns a mosaic where she was birthed. Godly babies, swinging from trees, and nightmares growing… Read more

  • Black Rainbow

      When I took her in my arms, she was spoon fed dead stars. Eyes wide, and the colour of frozen lakes. Black rainbow, with a halo above her wasted head. Crescent moon made of oil and snakes as it curved around the arch of her back. Would it make her tingle in all the… Read more

  • Wax Effigies

      It’s summer. Broken flowers and blankets. Sunshine and the pages of a book spreading always. Through the trees, she swirls like smoke, thin as air. Everything’s hazy. The gaze of no tomorrows. I lay in the bath. The chill of autumn, creeping slowly in through the window. The back of my aching throat, my… Read more

  • Plague Lover

      Time. Words. The freedom of not being in a relationship, and the loneliness that inevitably follows. Solitude. The need to sever those ties, so stories have the space they need to breathe naturally. Neglecting lovers comes with the territory. A cruel bastard I am. A coward, more than likely. There have been several women… Read more

  • The True Dance

      Dancing around the rim of chalk, on either side the forest grows ever on. Further ahead along the path you walk, her scent is spreading rapidly. Visions of her sex never ending. Passing always, the flowers sigh as you move by. The trees speak of love, and they sing a song just like the… Read more

  • Butterfly Kisses

      With your perfect pouting face, do you think you can hold off the hand of time from dispensing you like a fly? With those impressive breasts, do you think you can seduce at will and deny the big nothing that lurks at the foot of your bed? Sex won’t save you from obscurity; it… Read more

  • Days

    those days where you lay in the bath unwilling to do anything hot water easing aching bones sounds drifting in through the window flies and sometimes spiders dust that collects around the sink it’s not sadness, more just a feeling of wanting to be away from everyone else Read more

  • Abstract Daddy

      Perched on the edge of the bed, there’s no line between where I end, and you begin. Only I never end, not really. A dream upon waking that never leaves, there’s no substance to what I am. I’m void of flesh and bone. I’m everything where there should be nothing. A black hole. An… Read more