Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Relationships

  • My Epicenter

    Rocking back and forth, the hours tick away. Earth child, so sad and in need of comfort. We all fall down. We all break apart regardless of who, or what, we are. Flickering light of a candle, casting patterns on pale skin. Headaches cutting through mushy brain cells. Balls full of spunk, bursting at the… Read more

  • Time Out Of Hand

    Kissing tongues, and Jodie the pig. She sits in the window with big red eyes, laughing as the world passes her by. Be charming. Speak of horrors. Move from room to room, and tell tales of all that could’ve been. Burning lanterns. Sinking sands. Eclipsed suns, and passing moons above our lonely heads. Minds split.… Read more

  • Soft

    Memories of touch, of swaying bodies beneath flashing lights. These are the days that make us burn with fury. Wild delight through sensation. To feel that girl within my hands. Oh, but she was never just a girl, and she was more than just a woman. Curves and heated scent. Freedom of thought, and the… Read more

  • Moments

      If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we… Read more

  • The Moment Our Lips First Met

    remember when our lips first met in that crowded room the taste of new born lovers overpowering like only romance can useless fears abandoned as we danced strangers no more intimacy so real as natural as birdsong the beauty in your eyes the love in your smile intoxicating astonishing immortal in my words never to… Read more

  • Somewhere Between

      On the brink of reason. A Landscape of yesterday’s rolling like thunder. Faces and places so quickly forgotten. Moments so strange, existing outside of time. A cool embrace upon the ashes of autumn leaves. More than a feeling. More than a woman. Something far beyond what we’re made of. Surrounded by objects, we seek… Read more

  • The Way We Merge

    Something stirs within me. A yearning to taste. To be a man again. These hands of mine, they grow restless at the thought of all they could be exploring. A body ripe with magic, mine to discover and seduce. Tender, milky flesh. Breasts so juicy. Hips the shape of my hands. We are war. Soft… Read more

  • Idiot King

    he’s handy with his fists likes to give her a good hiding when she steps out of line he does it  ’cause he’s weak and she’s beautiful, like all women are giving birth to the wonders of life, all he gives birth to is an absence of meaning without her, there’s nothing of value to… Read more

  • Stained Lovers Passing Always

    Shapeless, bruised skin. Dejected hearts, burning brightly once more. I want nothing to do with love because love is cheap. It’s second hand, riddled with contradictions and hypocrisy. Love is selfish when it should be selfless. Writing gives me all the affection I need. It gives me intimacy, and it gives me magic. Away from… Read more

  • Journal Of A Lonely Plague Lover

    Cute girls. Losers and fuck-ups. All the beautiful people. Boiling together beneath clouds and neon ghosts. My stomach hurts, so I have a beer to make it better. Galaxies, distant and barely visible, held beneath her tongue so natural. All the lonely souls, dreaming together in silence. In a sweet embrace, that no one will… Read more