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Past and present futures. The figure that waits at the foot of the bed. Grinning and insincere, all those mouthed nothings. Those half remembered deaths, exploding in childish minds. Fragments of skull, collecting dust and brittle to the touch. The hanged man, blowing from a tree in lonely fields of scorched corn. His fingers curled,… Read more
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Ladybirds and flies somewhere between the gates of heaven and hell. Writing as a gift. Writing as a curse. Waste yourself on inverted chambers others would’ve left behind at the very first chance, and as she wraps a towel around her head, I pull her close and sink my fingers deep within. Blinking echoes of… Read more
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Assassinated beauty. The death of innocence in the time it takes to say your name. Alison. A lover broken by the hands of another. Not a devil or a beast, just some guy afraid of the light in your shining eyes. A portrait of life in a captured still. Darkness always lurking. The big… Read more
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Early morning nausea, and the way her body reached out to be taken. With sounds of the nearby ocean in her ears, she didn’t hear me until it was too late. Revolving doors, and the underwear she picked out especially for all those that would find her. Such lovely eyes. Such a remarkable waist.… Read more
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The last time I wrote anything was over fifteen months ago. Since then, I became obsessed with the ghost of my ex-girlfriend, got engaged to another, lost our baby, and left my place of residence for the last eight years. There are too many lonely roads and too much death. My next door neighbour died… Read more
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The same time comes around each evening. A little music, a few beers. The words flowing, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Visions of leaping lovers who gave up on the world. Their faces forever frozen, I still can’t figure out if they were happy or sad when the world they raced towards was the world they… Read more
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I should write again. It’s been six months now. Sometimes, though, it’s just easier to sleep and do nothing. I love falling asleep. Those thoughts I drift away with. Memories, fantasies. My body aches, and I’m always tired. I feel like I’m empty, but when the sun comes out, I’ll open my window and feel… Read more
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The days disappear. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I don’t look any older, yet I know I am. Thirty-one years, gone. Thousands of days escaped, along with thousands of dreams. With nothing to show except regret, there are times when it all gets too much. Writing. Love. The taste of beer as… Read more
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Lark rising. Sunday school. My second face twisted, a contorted mess of strange desires. On the steps of some holiday home. Blurred photos, and rivers running red. Shopping malls, flooded. Wine and cat whiskers. She caught me drinking milk from a saucer, and I wasn’t even drunk. Sloping roads, and books to be read regarding… Read more
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Strange music as her diet of sunlight leaves me feeling empty. Breast cancer for beginners. I’m doing the best I can; only there comes a point when my best isn’t good enough. Drinking tea while sat in the garden wishing for a tsunami to wipe us all away. No words, for words just don’t… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 