Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Know

    they say they love you but it’s bullshit they just love the way you make them feel not that it bothers me of course that’s how it works and i’m just as guilty i know Read more

  • She Carries An Abyss

      As I place my plague upon her tongue, I tell her that together, we have the power to believe whilst all the non-believers crawl deformed about our feet. Ripping her black stockings, I go ahead and caress the inside of her thigh. Running my hand all along her tender flesh, my eyes pierce the… 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 Wonder

      Nothing of any meaning comes from complacency. That’s what I told myself whilst walking around the quarry this afternoon. Just after this photo was taken, it started to piss down. So, taking refuge beneath some trees, I sat and smoked a cigarette. No art of merit is born without pain, I said. There needs… Read more

  • Islands

    showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts… 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

  • Me And A Doggy Woof Woof

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  • Nowhere

    smoking a cigarette and lost in thought like a nowhere man real good Read more

  • Sophie Says I’m Sick

    sophie says i’m sick  when i tell her i want to see what she looks like inside sophie says i’m sick  when i part her hair and caress her breasts so pert beneath a floral dress sophie says i’m sick  when my nicotine stained fingers pinch her nipples until the tears well in her pretty… Read more

  • Let’s Get Lost

    give me a lover who dreams like i do not another obsessed by the mundane oh, the banality of our lives lusted after with blind stupidity in the blind hope that to become like everyone else will somehow set us free instead, take me by the hand and dare to step outside let’s get lost… Read more