Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Against the Void

      These useless mirrors, they show everything and nothing. They show your image. They show your tears, but you’re not here, and that’s all I really know. These bags of bones that surrounded like sound, they drown me like the black waves that crawl to the foot of my bed each night hellbent on pulling… Read more

  • Downtown

      Away from the wind and rain, I took shelter in a no-name store along the high street. Wiping my face and warming my bones while stood at the cigarette kiosk, there was some girl next to a display case of cookery books written by that dick off TV with the big teeth, and this girl,… Read more

  • Me, Myself and I

      Down an alley that branches off from the church, there’s a bench where I sometimes go and sit after dark. The bench is damp and hasn’t been painted in years, and I’m pretty sure no one else uses it apart from me. Which is good, because it’s my bench, now. All around it, there are… Read more

  • Bullet and a Kiss

      In one breath we suck in the past and a thousand tonnes of dust, and then with the next, we inhale summer and honey and the love of eyes that speak of a season where the leaves fall and cover lakes like an alien skin. Y’know, like when you were a kid and you grazed your… Read more

  • Rain Dogs

      Some stars and a handful of tiny stones to throw upon the surface of the lake. Maybe they’ll skip along, or maybe they’ll sink to the bottom never to be seen again. As a kid, I wished for the ability to drain all the oceans just to be able to see what was underneath.… Read more

  • Pleasure Seekers

      The moment she begins, some guy in Brazil is forced to his knees in a ditch by the side of the road. The second she sticks those fingers in as deep as they can go, the guy gets his head blown off with an assault rifle wielded by some kid wearing flip-flops and a… Read more

  • There’s Light in You

      Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I hate you. Sometimes there’s this urge in me to write down my feelings in a letter letting you know how you’re in every word of mine. That how even though we don’t know each other anymore, you’re with me every step of the way. The truth can… Read more

  • Black Mirror

      She waits for the bus, and I’m looking but pretending I’m not because I don’t want her to know she interests me. I’m made of stone, you see, and I don’t want no woman knowing she’s getting under my skin making me feel like anything other than the distant writer I claim to be.… Read more

  • YouTube: Death/Blood/ Inventing Words/ Two Readings

      Made a new video. There’s talk about the sudden death of someone I kinda knew but didn’t. There’s further discussion on haircuts, inventing words, bad hand hygiene, and then I attempt to read two pieces from the journals. One from each, in fact. Those pieces are Lonely Roads, and Mythic Porno Machine. Worth a watch… Read more

  • Angel Hair

      From outside comes rubbish music and raised voices from two cokeheads in a car parked by the side of the road. They talk for hours about nothing and when they don’t talk they just sit there trying not to think about the nature of existence. It makes their dim heads hurt, you see. The… Read more