Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

MyRedAbyss

  • Extract From A Novel

    With the sun pounding down outside, I left behind the view of the new horizon. Heading into the bedroom and grabbing the gun from the chest of drawers, my hands trembled with excitement knowing what was to unfold in the coming hours. For a second, I doubted what I intended to pull off. It was… Read more

  • Cancer and Ghost Children

    Stirring from sleep, I try to recapture the fragments of her smile, but they’re already fading away as the last streaks of light leave the sky outside. Getting up, my balls begin to ache, as does my throat. Looking out the window, I imagine walking the streets of the town I left behind long ago.… Read more

  • Boredom

    Daylight shines through the blinds. The window’s open- has been all night. No doubt the spiders have been scuttling in and crawling into my mouth. They’re in my head, wrapping my brain in cobwebs. Stumbling out of bed, I go to the bathroom and urinate. In the mirror, I see a mess of a man.… Read more

  • That Ghost Just Isn’t Holy Anymore

    She poses like a star, but she doesn’t shine brightly. Her flame went out long ago, extinguished by the adult world. There’s millions just like her, yet she clings to the belief that she’s unique. All her life, she’s been a mess of self obsession and glamour. From highschool to nightclubs, dancing as the watchful… Read more

  • The Beginning of the End

    Brother and sister. Lovers against the grain of the world. Lovers against the rules of what love should be. Through the distant years that have steadily dimmed, you can see them silhouetted before the sinking sun. The barren lands sighing as their breaking hearts long for release, it’s the moment they’ve been waiting for. The… Read more

  • A Sunday For Sleeping

    Outside, a darkened sky. Trees with no leaves standing motionless and lonely. The nature of love, haunting and faint as the lights of town shimmer far away on the horizon. I’ve run myself a bath, although it’s too hot at the moment, so I’m waiting for it to cool down until I can slip in… Read more

  • Between Sex and Death

    Symbols painted on her flesh, she flowers before me whilst uncrossing her legs. Black stockings and swirling smoke for eyes, somewhere over the desert a plane crashes into the sand causing a smile to spread upon her trembling red lips. All those unmarked graves, those lives that disappeared without a trace. In the lonesome diner,… Read more

  • The Golden Limbs of Pornography

    In coitus with shadows and sleeping with ghosts, it’s mirrored in her eyes. Descended from Bethlehem, I’m fragmented by the sixth sun. Particles of memory hidden beneath her city dress. Bursting from a ring of stones and circling the aged truth. Cutting and slicing at tired flesh; we’re moving beyond the cage of human remains.… Read more

  • The Echoes of Future Past

    Drifting aimlessly in the rain, they search for signs of life all night long. Along all those pathways, past all those doors that are never open to them. Out there, the sorrowful ones, falling silently in the dark. Their smiles faded, theirs eyes sunken through years of being lost, they wander unseen in the shadows.… Read more

  • A vision of Dead Desire

    Mental Illness. The unraveling nature, of thoughts beyond your control. The way your head eats away, the way it flowers with cancerous thoughts. Dead skin and daydreams, too much saliva and not enough love. Your mind is not your own. It is, gone. There’s a poltergeist within your brain, thinking things you don’t want it… Read more