Hollow Paradice
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Hollow be thy name thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in Paradice.
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Letter of Resignation
Letter of Resignation To all whom it may concern, I regret to inform you that this is my letter of resignation. Though my time here has not been without wonder, the hour has come. The clock has struck. It is that moment when even the quiet mouse must stir, disturbed by the great grandfather clock whose pendulum—like a great Adam’s apple, like a swinging uvula—moves within its throat and bellows its announcement through every room of the house.
By Hollow Paradiceabout 5 hours ago in Confessions
Galvarino: Eclipse of the soul
Galvarino: Eclipse of the Soul There was a peculiar calm in the air. Even the chattering sparrows had fallen silent. A deer crouched beneath a quiet brook, even the river seemed suddenly frozen. The three men hunting noticed the animal’s stillness, and then they too felt a sweeping blankness, a reverent silence pass over them. Mirroring the shadow that dimmed the light of the sun.
By Hollow Paradice9 months ago in History
Desert of Limerence, & the Mystery of Love
Desert of Limerence, and the Mystery of Love It began with the storm. Leaving all she knew, traveling in an old jeep that growled a base tone like a beast in some long forgotten cave. The sheet metal tank-like vehicle with an exhaust pipe situated high, was built for an adventure into the unknown. Quiet fitting she thought, while anxiously monitoring the gauges on the dashboard for any signs of mechanical complications. I'm not an ordinary woman, she thought, comforting herself through the bellows of snarling thunder and lightning that lit the sky, and gave slight luminescent to puddles of rain that had begun to collect quickly. If anything happens, I can fix it. I have done it a million times before, I am all I need, and I don't even need me, she thought comically.
By Hollow Paradiceabout a year ago in Horror
The Disease Called Inspiration
The Disease Called Inspiration B Written By; Akil K. I think it's fair to say that every artist finds their own unique calling to the path of creativity. Within the many passions that could be considered artistic, generated from the unseen abyss we call the soul, comes a calling. Descending upon the uniquely styled mind is a perspective, and from this angle of perception is born inspiration.
By Hollow Paradice2 years ago in Writers
The Process of Dyeing; Symbolism Within Shades.
The Process of Dyeing; Symbolism Within Shades. Written By; Akil K. To dye is to give color, or perhaps shade in the case of white and black. Dyeing changes, the article imbues it with symbolic power and dissolves the fibers of conformity. Since that which has been dyed becomes individual from the mass produced. Living a new life entirely, dying to its original form, and likeness, appearing to be an entirely new fabric.
By Hollow Paradice2 years ago in Critique
The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Bottle of Wine.
The Man Who Mistook his Wife for a Bottle of Wine. Written By, Akil K. It began early one morning, while hard at work on a classic bust. He was a sculptor and became more devoted to his art each day. Working on a piece in the garage he loved the scent of the wet puddy, as he earnestly molded each prestine shoulder to his desire. Suddenly there was a knock, dramatically he froze in shock. It must be my wife he thought, although it was a bit early for morning disruptions.
By Hollow Paradice2 years ago in Horror
Coffins For Sale. Top Story - December 2023.
Coffins For Sale By; Akil K. The sound of metal clashing could be heard echoing in the distance, like a reenactment of medieval swordplay. However, it seemed too late in the evening and far too cold in the suburban town for something as extraordinary as that to take place.
By Hollow Paradice2 years ago in Horror
.On Daily Practice, and The Unstoppable Power of One Step.
..On Daily Practice, and The Unstoppable Power of One Step. By: Akilkuumba Kelley Our ancient human ancestors explored the globe. Endless uncharted paths to choose from, flowing rivers cascade from mouths of proud reservoirs, and anthropomorphic winds speak in tongues unknown to the founders. Still, the the vehicle was only the body, and the pace step by step. This is human kinds greatest power, consistency.
By Hollow Paradice2 years ago in Motivation
