Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Love

  • Reflectors. – S.K. Nicholas

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You. Her. She. The bottle and a banshee and a priest. A will-o’-the-wisp and the gleam of painted lips all puckered up and ready for the kiss. No poetry and then a little poetry. No women and then your image that comes sauntering into view behind the back of… Read more

  • Succubus

      When I’m on my deathbed, and my death rattle is ringing out to all four corners of the room, behind my dying eyes, it shall be you I see. When I’m fading away like someone else’s dream, it shall be your smile that takes me to the great beyond, because no one else has… Read more

  • The Medusa Touch

      No apologies, just a goodbye fuck to ease the boredom of our boring lives. When it’s over, I go to the bathroom while she wipes herself clean before messaging some guy she knows. Leaning over the sink, I wash my cock with the shower nozzle and then dab it dry with some tissue. It… Read more

  • The Doors

      If you let down your guard and show yourself for what you are, the days as you know them will come to an end. If you stand in your back garden and undress with the rain splashing against your face, then the hour has come for you to show your true hand. When I’m… Read more

  • Avalon

      Morning comes around as it so often does, and while she sleeps, I get up and go downstairs to put the kettle on. My hangover is cruel. It teases and mocks whereas she’s in a world of her own and I hate her for it, and yet love prevails because that’s how she is.… Read more

  • Rainbow Kiss

      Empty cans of baked beans filled with spit and dead cigarettes line the windowsill. There should be flowers but flowers die, and you can’t be bothered watering them. There are old newspapers and takeaway boxes on the floor. You tell yourself you’ll clean up after you have a beer but one beer leads to… Read more

  • YouTube: Storytime/Childhood/ Relationships/ Biscuit Tin

      Made a new video. In it, I discuss a selection of memories ranging from my school and college years up to arguments with lovers in dreaded adulthood. It’s all about those bubbles of time and space, and how through writing, I can preserve the past and create new futures. Or something like that. I… Read more

  • Dark Seeds

      Sat before the window, I look out at the town and conclude that her body itself is a question mark. Sucking on a cigarette, I sink into my seat and consider her form while narrowing my eyes in deep thought. Her nipples, they connect me to the stars and the wombs of all the dead… Read more

  • We Exist

      With an unlit cigarette between my fingers, I see my reflection in the windows of passing vehicles for less than a tenth of a second, but they mean nothing because I exist only where I wish to exist. Buildings fall, and teeth bite flesh in the midst of sexual kicks but I’m on the… Read more

  • Trees and Loss

      As the wind and rain danced outside, I fell asleep after work and dreamt of her sitting at the foot of a tree. If I could’ve controlled the dream, she would’ve been touching herself and shouting out my name, but instead, she was reading a book or a magazine of some sort while oblivious… Read more