Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • Death Proof

      Bringing the shot glass down onto the table, it shatters and cuts my hand. There’s no pain, however, only mild annoyance. There is blood, but not much, and when I suck the wound, the red stuff disappears like tears in the rain. It vanishes like whisky down a throat that should know better. Some… Read more

  • Different Acts

      Across the road from me, there’s an old woman sat in a wheelchair. It looks as if she’s got some kind of growth problem, and although she’s smiling, I feel sorry for her. Not just because of her disability, but because she seems like a good person. And life has a habit of shitting… Read more

  • Scent of a Lover

      If the world falls apart, and things collapse like a house of cards, I want you to come round and see out the final few hours with me. Let’s open a bottle of wine, smoke a few cigarettes, and sit around chewing the fat in anticipation of the end. I don’t want to save… Read more

  • Lonely Hunter

      I saw several mourners attending a funeral sheltering from the rain as the coffin was hoisted onto the shoulders of four smartly dressed pallbearers. They struggled with the weight, but in the end, they managed to walk the short distance to the church without dropping it. Stood there watching, it struck me that one… Read more

  • There There

      Emerging from the undergrowth as she balances the moon upon her shoulders, I stumble into the road while shouting verse from some book I picked up in a charity shop. Dark energy is my biggest concern, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing at all. Blowing bubbles as she juggles planets while… Read more

  • Quietus

      In the middle of the night, when the world stops spinning, I sit at my desk and put words onto paper that might be good or perhaps terribly bad. It’s not until morning when the truth is revealed, and I either smile or light a cigarette out of frustration. Remembering days from my past,… Read more

  • July

      Down a street in some city of which I’ve long since forgotten, the roads are wet and cigarette smoke escapes the mouths of those I share out my sentence with. They tell me to get a better job, and that if I do, I’ll be happy. When my response is that I don’t want… Read more

  • Come Now

      Walking down the sidewalk, I come to a halt and close my eyes. Enveloped by a kiss, the urge to cling to a tree and sink my teeth into its bark is almost overwhelming. Raising my arms, I sway for several second before falling backwards. No one comes to save me, but it’s okay,… Read more

  • Between Stars

      Walking back from work, a dog runs into the road and dives beneath a parked car. Then another, he too darting through traffic as if wishing for the end. The frantic owner approaches me a few minutes later. Yelling at someone on her phone, she asks if I’ve seen her two dogs. I tell… Read more

  • Sometimes Yes

        You put the bullet in the chamber like coffee in the pot. All those days spreading like cancer around swollen tongues. Shaken baby syndrome and nicotine stained fingers playing a tiny violin on cute little wrists. Blood on the dirty asphalt and tyre tracks leading to an overturned car on the side of… Read more