Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • YouTube: More Flesh

        This is the follow-up video to my introductory piece from yesterday. It sheds some more light on my writing background and motivations and is a little more focused. Well, sort of. I’ll probably do another one when I get the proof copy for the second volume of Damned Lovers in a few weeks time.… Read more

  • Troubles

      She lies there crying in the dark. She twists and turns and one minute she’s with me and the next she’s far away. The window’s open. It’s cold, but the heating’s on. On her upper lip, there are beads of sweat I try wiping away with my thumb, but she goes and turns her… Read more

  • YouTube: In the Flesh

      I made a video for YouTube. It’s an in the flesh introduction if you will. Thought it would be productive to make a few to give some insight into my writing process, and to babble about books and music and other such creative inspirations. There’s another one I’ll put up tomorrow which goes into a bit… Read more

  • Your Theme

      Days and weeks and years and months and burning wheels and those moments when it all gets too much and there’s nothing to be done but drown my sorrows but then as one word follows the next I’m back once again and in control of all things. Yeah I’m a bum and yeah I’m… Read more

  • Nevada Native

      In Las Vegas, some white guy old enough to know better shot the hell out of a crowd of music goers from his 32nd-floor hotel room. Over 500 injured, and 60 dead. They say he’s a lone wolf, but personally, I don’t like the term. Makes him sound cool, don’t you think? And leave… Read more

  • Hip Priest

      In a field of corn, she divides and comes back together again. In the time it takes to figure out the future, the past has already caught up with the present, much to my giddy delight. Crawling around on all fours as the sun lurks above, when she kisses the ground to be at… Read more

  • The Darkness

      In the doorway of some restaurant, we share a cigarette and shield ourselves from the harsh wind that blows. In a taxi through the backstreets of an unknown city, you rest your head on my shoulder, and I squeeze your thigh while gazing out the window into the darkness that spreads in every direction. Those… Read more

  • Damned Lovers 2: The Third Update

      The second volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers is comprised of prose written over a twelve-month period from February 2016 to February 2017. During that period, I wrote just under 130k words that ended up on the blog. After the completion of each piece, I saved them in a folder marked ‘Project X’.… Read more

  • Satellite

      Prisms. Forests. Eyes of autumn and mouthfuls of air that pass from my mouth to yours. Scratches and handfuls of hair and bite marks that might or might not resemble the telltale signs of the stigmata. Looking at you as these thoughts dance through my mind, my tooth hurts, so I down several beers one… Read more

  • New Moon

      Sat looking up at the ceiling with my eyes closed, I pictured her wrapped in a dressing gown, all curled up against me on some winter morning just like any other. It made me want her again, so much so that I grabbed a piece of paper and pen and thought about all the… Read more