Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Prose

  • Blood & Sex & Miracle Sauce

    We left the bar and waltzed through unlit streets, licking our lips and sucking the taste of alcohol from our fingers not caring for anything other than the prospect of what we were going to do with each other once we got indoors. Not being able to control the urges another step, I’d taken her… Read more

  • Absent Lovers, Again

    From somewhere in the distance comes the sound of music, and maybe it’s just me, but it sounds like Neal and Jack and Me by King Crimson. Stopping in the middle of a country road as the animals float on by, I turn my head to one side trying to decide if the music’s real… Read more

  • The Great Divide

    From the night sky, a magpie swoops down and lands upon my back. Pecking me with its beak, it squawks into my ear, telling me which way to go. Soon after, it’s joined by another, and then another. Then comes a crow that grips my tail before clawing its way to sit with the magpies.… Read more

  • The Dance of True Love

    The animals move about me as if made of water. In slow-motion, they move through the night guided by the lights from where they came. From where I came, and she too. Perhaps we were both born in the heart of the same dying star which is why we were always meant to find each… Read more

  • The Wounds on Her Skin

    X sits in her car. Head down. Crying. Even though she’s got her eyes shut tight, she can still see that version of herself curled up on the ground, people walking around her as if she were some kind of dog turd. She’d stayed that way for hours, too, hoping he would come back for… Read more

  • The cover for A Journal for Damned Lovers Volume 3, due out late October. I’ve been editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers since March of this year. For me, it’s a more intimate affair compared to the last book and acts as a gateway to my most recent, narrative-driven… Read more

  • No More Words

    Pulling up outside the station, she turns off the engine and sits there staring at those going about their daily commute. Since that day all those years ago, tens of thousands had passed through, and yet this was the first time she’d set eyes upon it. Just another place, and yet to her, it was… Read more

  • The Shape of Her Life

    As the sun sinks like a shiny coin in a wishing well, she switches on her headlights then lights a cigarette. Gives her a bellyache, and makes her want more wine, if for no other reason than for a little Dutch courage. As the road takes her to that place, she tries figuring out how… Read more

  • Somewhere, Out There

    Winding down the window as she drives, she sticks her head out for the fading sun to caress her face, and for a second, closes her eyes and finds herself flying through the sky like a bird free of chains. Opening her mouth, she tastes the rush of warm air and all at once thinks… Read more

  • Beyond the Flesh

    With my paws splashing into the running water of a stream, I lower my head to drink. The obscure, ever-changing reflection that meets my eyes is not one I recognise, and yet, strangely enough, it doesn’t unsettle me. Studying my altering features, I stick my tongue in and out, and the water that hits my… Read more