Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Prose

  • Love’s Embrace

    open your skull try to realise what it means when you’re alone and gasping for air those moments when love immerses you in its nature the desperate sense of longing that takes over yearning for the one you love’s embrace the one your dreams revolve around who sleeps deep inside your heart making a nest… Read more

  • Portal

    the days remain the same a killer on the run killing lovers for fun familiar sister troubled brother always falling apart coming undone she should be an exit but it’s just so damn easy to lose touch when flesh and sex pulse on every street corner in this darkened city Read more

  • The Dunstable Dead

      in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes,… Read more

  • This Is Glory

    happiness is boredom and sex sex and boredom day after day, hour after hour summers, endless summers boiling lobsters and bottled beer cigarettes, smoked gazing out of windows overlooking suburban hell nothing to do, life is great this is glory sheer fucking glory Read more

  • Thoughts on Turning 30

                The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The… Read more

  • Nights

    the lights outside flicker lonely souls circling sidewalks eyes down to the dirty, wasteful ground petrified. desolute. alone. a labyrinth surrounding suffocating, eternally the sky does not exist for them too high! too high! Read more

  • Some Sense Of Happiness

      The days grow warm. The sky stays brighter for longer. My feelings are muddled, scattered like marbles on thin ice. But the ice would just melt in this weather, and my feelings would end up sinking to the bottom of a cold lake. Love, happiness. Feelings that run deep, that are difficult to make… Read more

  • Eye

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  • Life

    The world can be an ugly place. Sometimes, it might as well be hell. Forget all the bullshit though, all the damned stuff that we seem to cling to with a passion, and let us embrace the ones we love. Life’s too short to do anything else. We’re a long time dead for sure. Read more

  • Lovers Poem

      her eyes pierce me they shatter my armour completely her gaze quickens my beating heart hands upon her body caressing, wanting hands pushing, pulling until we dance our dance she reduces me to a giddy fool pulling stars from the sky we explode merging, dissolving into something wonderous lovers, hiding from the world beneath… Read more