Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Stars

  • Cellardoor

      Without love and lust, we’re just dead in the water. Without passion, we may as well give up. These days of chaos, they beg for all the lonely lovers of the world to unite; they yearn for the touch of all those with hidden fire in their hearts to say what they mean to Read more

  • Leaves of Sand

      Just a little love. Just something to ease the painful bones of a man at arms length with the world. No secrets, only fear. Lymph Nodes on the operating table. Drugged up and far away from pain, the horror of the day to day. It’s in the way she used to wear a short Read more

  • What These Dreams Are Made Of

    All the lonely lovers carving their hopes and dreams into a world that doesn’t care. All the losers and freaks, quietly creating, driven by the will to shape the hearts and minds of anyone who’ll listen. Possessed by the fear of oblivion, they do what they do because there’s nothing else. Can’t shape the future Read more

  • Cute girls. Losers and fuck-ups. All the beautiful people. Boiling together beneath clouds and neon ghosts. My stomach hurts, so I have a beer to make it better. Galaxies, distant and barely visible, held beneath her tongue so natural. All the lonely souls, dreaming together in silence. In a sweet embrace, that no one will Read more

  • I’ve only been working on the novel a few days, but already I’m possessed. The energy and passion are back with me like they were all those years ago. All doubt is removed. No, not just removed, but obliterated. I feel as though I can walk through walls, as if the boundaries that were once Read more

  • She Carries An Abyss

      As I place my plague upon her tongue, I tell her that together, we have the power to believe whilst all the non-believers crawl deformed about our feet. Ripping her black stockings, I go ahead and caress the inside of her thigh. Running my hand all along her tender flesh, my eyes pierce the Read more

  • Islands

    showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts Read more

  • All day long and I’m looking forward to losing myself. After work and a warm bath eases aching bones. A cigarette to make everything calm. Dressed in my best, the mirror shows that I’m a regular guy. But the mirror is false. A little food and then a walk a back into town. To a Read more

  • Several Little Deaths

    Melting faces and ladybirds. Give me the taste of wine and let me celebrate the evening. Give me a girls hard body to grind up against. All the fucking and sucking of yesterday, I miss it more than ever. I miss those summers of doing nothing, of existing in a blur of oil paint and Read more