Novel
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“Chalk and stone all about, I left the main road and descended down a dirt track. Pools of still water scattered here and there, the air was silent like a grave. With no other light than the moon and stars, it was dark yet not so that I couldn’t make out the abandoned machinery that Read more
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“Wrapped in each others arms, we fell into the abyss. Hurtling through the electrical darkness faster than you could imagine, it were as if we were moving through the centre of the universe. In the heart of god, the laws of reality held no meaning. No time or space to shackle us, the truth of Read more
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I’ve been working on the novel again for just over a week now. And with every passing day, I feel more and more alive. Every time I sense the doubt creeping back in, I tell myself that I can give it up if I want. That I can look for a cushy 9-5 job Read more
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they write books that say nothing they paint pictures to sell on biscuit tins and rugs all these artists with no voices no ideas worth repeating at all if you’re going to speak speak the truth even if it means derison and abandonment who wants to be part of their useless generation anyway? Read more
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I started writing my novel five years ago, but truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it for the last three. Whenever I sat down to write, it was the last thing I wanted to do. There was no belief. No passion or desire in what I was doing. And when that happens, you might Read more
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As I place my plague upon her tongue, I tell her that together, we have the power to believe whilst all the non-believers crawl deformed about our feet. Ripping her black stockings, I go ahead and caress the inside of her thigh. Running my hand all along her tender flesh, my eyes pierce the Read more
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After finishing my shift at work today, I now have nine days off. This time last year, I was on holiday with my then lover. Years before that, I was on holiday with a pregnant lover in a log cabin. This time, it will be spent alone. In some ways it’s sad, and it makes Read more
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The secrets of her womb, motel walls painted vagina red. Oh, how the lovers stroll hand in hand, blind and in love. It’s nothing but a cheapened facade though. For their love is false. Born out of boredom, and swallowed up like hospital food. All those burning wheels, turning on the horizon as we fuck Read more
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An endless stream of traffic choking the town, the train took me a few blocks south. My pulse racing as those around me went on with their useless routines, unaware of the scent of death that lingered on my clothes, it wasn’t long before I was heading towards a phone booth situated outside a derelict Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 