Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Waltz

    A dove white dress. A body adorned with bees. Exotic like a photographer. So cute and abnormal as the lens replaces your doe-eyed smile. Such a tight body. Such delicate skin just waiting to be soiled at the hands of this joyful ol’ ruiner. The taste of your lips in the rain. The shape of… 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

  • Yr’self

      Sedation leads to creation. Solitude breeding wonder with every breath. I’ve tasted normality and madness, and the latter is far more preferable. Failure is the key to everything. There is no loss, only footsteps that guide us all the way. Disaster while sat on the edge of the bed; words that remain hidden beneath… Read more

  • Soft as Snow

    fallen gloves in the snow with angels overlooking the town below she danced like a cat and as I drank the words burned brighter than flames and brighter than fright we were bored and life was great nothing to fear nothing to doubt only the moments our lips kissed against the world oh how we… Read more

  • MH370

    timeless like time. fearful of every little thing. it’s out of my control. yet it creeps up my spine without me even looking. starless. so many stars yet none of them know my name. they should, yet life is cruel that way. grinding teeth in my sleep. sticking my thumb down the back of my… Read more

  • Repel Ghosts

    Autumn loss and breasts that bounced upon unwashed bedsheets. In the neon light they captivated whilst the universe danced at a loss. All avenues of time colliding whilst my hands held your arms tightly behind your back. You were mine. In reality and in dreams, you belonged to me. Heat death and big crunches. Shooting… Read more

  • Dust and Sacred Sex

    Drinking beer whilst gazing out the window. Random objects strewn across my bed whilst a cigarette is stubbed out in a makeshift ashtray. Shadows on the wall, they remind me of being a child, of the wonders of imagination. Another side to life that’s always out of reach. People die. People disappear along with impossible… Read more

  • Deadlight City

      The old man thinks he’s got cancer. Years of drink and cigarettes have taken their toll. He puts a brave face on, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s scared shitless. He’s wasted too many days. A failed marriage of thirty years haunting his every step, all he can… Read more

  • They tell me to take drugs, but my eyes are already open. My mind is an obsolete machine, it serves no other purpose than to eat all that it deems fit. Brunettes between the chair and the bed. Tight thighs and patterns in the sand. Wreck those relics of porn and bury your fears beneath… Read more

  • Moving

    What scares me most; the horrors of the outside world, or what’s inside my head. They’re both pretty damned to be fair. Bad things happen to good people, but it should never be a reason to stop before you’ve even begun. Just because the path you’re walking is an unusual one, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t… Read more