Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • The Midnight Express

    Hoisted into thin air. Stripped naked and brutally whipped. Flesh cuts and bruised like an apple. Body aches. A mind so tired. Alcohol numbed and stained with smoke. Sun scorched and distorted. Burning dogs running through the panicked streets of Vallejo. The midnight express. A state of mind. A way to visit places now lost… Read more

  • A Ladybird Saved My Soul

    When I lost my mind, I would stay up late at night talking to a ladybird. Sat on the living room floor with a bottle of wine between my legs, it would appear and sit with me until I went to bed. I’d just broken up with my girlfriend. All my fault of course. Guilt… Read more

  • Time Out Of Hand

    Kissing tongues, and Jodie the pig. She sits in the window with big red eyes, laughing as the world passes her by. Be charming. Speak of horrors. Move from room to room, and tell tales of all that could’ve been. Burning lanterns. Sinking sands. Eclipsed suns, and passing moons above our lonely heads. Minds split.… Read more

  • Twitter

    I made myself a Twitter account- @myredabyss I’ll be posting random fragments of thought on there.  Stuff I can write on the go, as opposed to what I put on here which is mostly written at the end of the day with a can of beer and cigarette in hand. Writing is taking over. Thoughts… Read more

  • Believe In Something Others Can’t Grasp

      Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make… Read more

  • Devil

    Girl across the sea. She wants all that I’ve got. That body of hers, just begging to be crushed. These hands, just think of all they could do. The curves they could be caressing. The buttons they could press and undress. This energy, so potent and cruel. A waste not to possess. Imagine her on… Read more

  • All Night Long

    All the kings horses and all the kings women, could never put me back together again. My insides crave red walls of flesh. My belly’s full of insects. Suck’d and dissolved. Balls full of dead children. Swimming in pools of despair. Legs of golden honey. Breasts that deserve to be worshipped. Modern religion. Gods of my… Read more

  • Soft

    Memories of touch, of swaying bodies beneath flashing lights. These are the days that make us burn with fury. Wild delight through sensation. To feel that girl within my hands. Oh, but she was never just a girl, and she was more than just a woman. Curves and heated scent. Freedom of thought, and the… Read more

  • Moments

      If the world were to come to an end, who would you run to? If death came knocking and the hours escaped with no going back, who would you take in your arms one last time? It shouldn’t come down to catastrophe of course. Nor the curse of illness. Each and every day, we… Read more

  • Changing Man

    I once was broken  but now I’m a changing man  where once there was only guilt and regret  there now rages a fire  that speaks without fear  the bottom of a bottle never gave me release  running into the night  never came close  to saving my soul  salvation comes only from truth  from facing head on those… Read more