Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Sun

  • Break

    I’m taking a week off. Going on holiday in an aeroplane over the sea. Providing it doesn’t plunge into the sea, I’ll be back with you in about eight days or so (famous last words I know.) It’ll be my longest break from the blog, and the first time I wont have done any form Read more

  • Her Body Is The Shape Of My Hands

    An open door. The sea. Desolate shopping arcades. Smiles as she walks hand in hand, with me. Teeth white like milk, sharp. A lover. A woman. Wind, blowing sand in our faces. A dress she wears, so pretty showing curves so, fine. Hand in hand upon the promenade, the day goes on forever. Love, some Read more

  • Sunny Afternoon

    In the English countryside, I’m surrounded by fields of corn and the history of ages.  On lazy Sunday afternoons, all you can do is smile. Despite everything that might be wrong, just go for a walk and let it all go, if only for a few hours.  Away from everyone, I’m at one with myself. Read more

  • Olden Days And Picking Thoughts

    I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to Read more

  • Black hole sun

    The insects are without dreams. They scuttle around without reason. Empty souls and lonely roads the lot of them. The proletarians, the workers. Call them what you will. They live in the gutter. They live without the stars in the sky, for they never look up. The women are condemned to shit out kids and Read more