Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sex

  • La Mer

        I’m bed-ridden with the flu, although secretly I think it’s the Scarlette Plague, and my time on this planet is down to a matter of mere hours. I’ve come out in a rash too, although the attractive Asian girl at the chemist told me it was just an allergic reaction. I asked her… Read more

  • Bondage

      Human suffering. I want them to do to you what they did to me. I want to see the tears in your eyes as you realise this isn’t a dream. Drunk and frozen to my brittle bones, the shape of your breasts reminds me of the safety of my childhood. Eyelashes and nudity. Discarded promises.… Read more

  • Things That Aren’t There

      Generation dead = Netflix and chill. Deformed and malnourished. Mutilated like a police officer being dragged along frenzied Venezuelan streets. As the knife goes in, it’s reminiscent of how I used to take you; no mercy, no care, and now I’m trying hard to find a remedy in your faltering image. Stripped naked as the crowd… Read more

  • Isolation

      She snorts coke from the shaft of your cock. You’re worried it’ll go limp, so you think of taking her sister from behind, and everything stays the same. She cuts her wrists but gets bored yeah it’s so boring. Flashing lights and suicide. Daddy abuse and the sensation of drowning as you suck on… Read more

  • Beat

      Burning wheels along the highway. Drunken sandstorms and tears in the fabric of space-time. Roses growing in fields of corn. Chalk beneath my feet, and the skulls of dead lovers churning in my belly. Beat, always beating as women devour what remains of my flesh. So hot- always drenched in sweat as they reduce me… Read more

  • Human Stains

      I fantasise about having you, but you’ll never be mine. Maybe if I tried, but what’s the point in trying; these things come naturally or not at all. Lay next to me. Don’t say a word, just hold my hand and let us breathe in synch with the sound of a broken clock. The… Read more

  • Love

      It’ll take us in the end, and no amount of pretending will ever change it. We lose ourselves in fleeting moments, in distractions, and yet permanence is all we will ever know. In a thousand years, all traces of our existence will have turned to dust. All our passions and desires, gone. Every memory… Read more

  • Soft Machines

      I’m moving wheels. The days fly by. Images blur. Words, nothing but words. And beer. There should be women, but I need to focus. I’ve taken control. An attack on the senses, a visceral gob in the face to all those who accept banality. The visions I’ve created must be nailed to pages. They… Read more

  • Hyena

      Scenes of a heavenly nature. Noire scorched by starlight as she widens to the sound of a hundred screaming hyenas. Stairwells soaked with blood. Footprints from my heart to hers. Soaked with sweat and clothes ripped to shreds, the circles grow bigger with every pill. Write some words of permanence, and then throw them… Read more

  • Don’t Let The Days Escape

    I’m looking out the window feeling the hand of death upon my shoulder, and it wants me to see how thin the line is between life and unbecoming. Gripped by an acute sense of fear, there’s nothing I can do. Paralysed by the visions that play out before my eyes, the endless darkness, it’s right… Read more