Writing
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Everything takes so much time, yet persistence I know will be the making of me. If you were to have told me all those years ago that I’d still be working on my novel, I would’ve applauded my commitment- yet I would most probably have groaned at the prospect of having to endure so… Read more
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The waves take us down. They show us how to be real. Shiny like a song. Shining like the look of love as the leaves fell upon your restless head. Killing jars and journeys to the forest. Hand in hand as the afternoons escaped to god knows where. It’s in the pretty lines at the… Read more
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We worship killers and lizards. Pig shooters on the cusp of dawn. Breathtaking displays of impotence. Read the book of the moon and decipher what it means to be alone. Kiss with lips empty. You can travel the world yet you can never escape the person you’re destined to become. Shaped by others and shaped… Read more
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All that booze. All those infinite bottles of moderate poison. Beer and cigarettes. Drunken wonders whilst completely out of control. The Nanking Massacre whilst we cry over misplaced words. The places I should never have set foot in. The lovers I let down whilst too submerged with my own pointless grief. Writers block. Lifeless daydreams.… Read more
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I don’t know where time goes. It’s just too hard to try and understand where all those moments end up. All those perfect, self-contained memories. Those fleeting scenes of harmony that are now lost like everything else. It’s a strange ride when you think about it. The here and now that passes us by when… Read more
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“Wrapped in each others arms, we fell into the abyss. Hurtling through the electrical darkness faster than you could imagine, it were as if we were moving through the centre of the universe. In the heart of god, the laws of reality held no meaning. No time or space to shackle us, the truth of… Read more
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There was an eclipse as I stood outside work pretending to water some dead flowers. Cloudy skies and people taking photographs on their phones. A rock of ages casting its shadow on me knowing the moment was already a memory. It was as if I were looking back from a time I had no… Read more
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Hushed voices as her skeleton remains sacred. Trees that cover her like a blanket. Wrapped in natural horror, she dreams of being found yet they’ll never unearth the secrets she holds dear. Temporary pain not of interest to me. Only the glow of smiles as my teeth flash like those of the Cheshire Cat. Blow… Read more
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The same faces. The same place. A drunken man falls into a pram. The mother too busy sucking on a cigarette not noticing as the drunk pukes all over her baby. Schoolgirls babbling as schoolboys make inane noises whilst throwing litter over dead flowers. Traffic stationary. Trees bending in the wind as somewhere far away… Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 