Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Truth

  • Crave It, Always

      Words as bullets, pumped straight into the guts of all those paled faced doubters. Fistfuls of creation, shoved into the mouths of all those who dare not dream. Am I stacker of shelves for Walmart, or am I a dreamer of fantastic thoughts, running through the streets of Berlin with my bearded face turned Read more

  • Fragments Of Desire

    I pluck teeth like feathers. I fuck like a machine. Veins and fears of the future. The tears run down my face, my heart beats with unstoppable salvation. Take my hand, and let’s surf the wave. Take my hand, and cocoon yourself with me far away from pain. Eyes of snow, you smile like an Read more

  • Dreams Of A Lunatic Artist

      I’ve been working on the novel again for just over a week now. And with every passing day, I feel more and more alive. Every time I sense the doubt creeping back in, I tell myself that I can give it up if I want. That I can look for a cushy 9-5 job Read more

  • Useless Generation

    they write books that say nothing they paint pictures to sell on biscuit tins and rugs all these artists with no voices no ideas worth repeating at all if you’re going to speak speak the truth even if it means derison and abandonment who wants to be part of their useless generation anyway? Read more

  • Break The Chains And Dance

    Loves dart. Changing hearts and Psalm blah blah. Breaking free of your mother’s curse, you should take my hand and walk with me through the fields of corn and the desert of the real. Parting your hair, I’ll show you the wonders others dare not face. They follow the rules, and bow down to the Read more

  • My Writing as Sex, Faith, and Religion

    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

  • Doubt

    Do it like you mean it. Stand up like a nail, and never falter through doubt. Doubt kills like a cancer. To doubt, is to cut ones wrists. It’s to drown in the murky seas, waving like a lunatic as you desperately sink beneath the surface. If you feel it, don’t doubt it. Go ahead Read more

  • Days Of Creation

    After finishing my shift at work today, I now have nine days off. This time last year, I was on holiday with my then lover. Years before that, I was on holiday with a pregnant lover in a log cabin. This time, it will be spent alone. In some ways it’s sad, and it makes Read more

  • Writing, Solitude, and the Need to Express Myself

    Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend Read more

  • 4 Real

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