Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

XandI

  • Too Much Cake

    Today was the dreariest of days. The sky was an ocean of greyness, and all I could smell was seaweed despite living hundreds of miles from the sea. I remember watching this program on TV once about an old boy who had never visited the coast. He was in his ‘70s and spent his entire Read more

  • Asleep

    Waking for work at five past four in the morning, I cursed my luck and jumped out of bed before having the chance to close my eyes and fall back asleep. It’s always so tempting because I want nothing more than to sleep. I was doing so well before I was born. Getting dressed and Read more

  • Torrid Malaise

    Wrapped in a dressing gown, I’m standing on the doorstep watching the snow turn to rain then back to snow. The bright colour of the day has gone from the sky, and the droplets metamorphosing into snowflakes are each illuminated by the glow of the streetlight on the opposite side of the road. It’s a Read more

  • Already Dead

    Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, I take photos that will one day be as lost as the most distant stars in the sky. Y’know, the ones whose light has yet to reach us and probably never will. The room, cold and stale, is eerily quiet. In the beginning, our cries of fucking gave Read more

  • The Pigeon

    In the morning, I spent some time moving from room to room, soaking up the memories contained within the walls that housed me for nearly two years. I was entirely in the nude. Not for any weird, ritualistic reason. I was about to have a shower, yet before the beads of water soaked my skin, Read more

  • 2 am

    On some plane not too dissimilar to this one, all of the unresolved moments from my life shimmer like fresh snow beneath moonlight. It’s cold and as silent as the grave, and as I squint my eyes through the smoke of my cigarette, the features of her face come alive once again. It’s 2 am. Read more

  • Melting Mass of Atoms

    I spent most of the day drinking coffee while sifting through artefacts from my thirty-something year journey through life. Each item I inspected, whether valued or not, held varying residual energy levels connected to the places and people that were once the still point of my turning world. Scrutinizing them in my hands, those I Read more

  • Fire in the Pot

    I’ll be moving out in less than a week. Her, a few days after that. It’s amicable. All the usual loose ends, tied up. Bills. Outstanding rent. Et cetera, et cetera. I spent most of the weekend chucking shit away. For the next few days, I’ll ponder the lost routines, but not lost love. There Read more

  • Empty Vessels

    Crushing a half-smoked cigarette beneath my shoe as I waited for the bus, a pile of dead leaves came to life. Others were standing around me, but none of them seemed to notice. The leaves danced to a song I couldn’t hear, and as they climbed high into the air, I could taste the magic Read more

  • A Million Miles Away

    Almost two years since this relationship began—again—and all that’s left is a handful of what-ifs and some photos on my phone of a time that feels a million miles away. There was an initial period of mourning. Now though, all I’m left with is a familiar sense of strangeness. It’s not unduly unpleasant, and yet Read more