Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • YouTube: Death/Blood/ Inventing Words/ Two Readings

      Made a new video. There’s talk about the sudden death of someone I kinda knew but didn’t. There’s further discussion on haircuts, inventing words, bad hand hygiene, and then I attempt to read two pieces from the journals. One from each, in fact. Those pieces are Lonely Roads, and Mythic Porno Machine. Worth a watch… Read more

  • Angel Hair

      From outside comes rubbish music and raised voices from two cokeheads in a car parked by the side of the road. They talk for hours about nothing and when they don’t talk they just sit there trying not to think about the nature of existence. It makes their dim heads hurt, you see. The… Read more

  • Reflectors. – S.K. Nicholas

    Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: You. Her. She. The bottle and a banshee and a priest. A will-o’-the-wisp and the gleam of painted lips all puckered up and ready for the kiss. No poetry and then a little poetry. No women and then your image that comes sauntering into view behind the back of… Read more

  • Succubus

      When I’m on my deathbed, and my death rattle is ringing out to all four corners of the room, behind my dying eyes, it shall be you I see. When I’m fading away like someone else’s dream, it shall be your smile that takes me to the great beyond, because no one else has… Read more

  • The Medusa Touch

      No apologies, just a goodbye fuck to ease the boredom of our boring lives. When it’s over, I go to the bathroom while she wipes herself clean before messaging some guy she knows. Leaning over the sink, I wash my cock with the shower nozzle and then dab it dry with some tissue. It… Read more

  • The Doors

      If you let down your guard and show yourself for what you are, the days as you know them will come to an end. If you stand in your back garden and undress with the rain splashing against your face, then the hour has come for you to show your true hand. When I’m… Read more

  • Avalon

      Morning comes around as it so often does, and while she sleeps, I get up and go downstairs to put the kettle on. My hangover is cruel. It teases and mocks whereas she’s in a world of her own and I hate her for it, and yet love prevails because that’s how she is.… Read more

  • Rainbow Kiss

      Empty cans of baked beans filled with spit and dead cigarettes line the windowsill. There should be flowers but flowers die, and you can’t be bothered watering them. There are old newspapers and takeaway boxes on the floor. You tell yourself you’ll clean up after you have a beer but one beer leads to… Read more

  • YouTube: Storytime/Childhood/ Relationships/ Biscuit Tin

      Made a new video. In it, I discuss a selection of memories ranging from my school and college years up to arguments with lovers in dreaded adulthood. It’s all about those bubbles of time and space, and how through writing, I can preserve the past and create new futures. Or something like that. I… Read more

  • Dark Seeds

      Sat before the window, I look out at the town and conclude that her body itself is a question mark. Sucking on a cigarette, I sink into my seat and consider her form while narrowing my eyes in deep thought. Her nipples, they connect me to the stars and the wombs of all the dead… Read more