Paige Holloway
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The Underwater Archaeologist
The ‘Ocean’s Whisper’ sat atop the ocean’s surface like a speck of dust on a vast blue canvas. Dr. Lana Hart, her sea-green eyes mirroring the turbulent waves, looked out at the horizon. The sea was a constant reminder of her father, who had been lost to its depths. He had been a deep-sea diver, a man who’d loved the ocean more than he feared it. His final dive, an exploration of a notorious underwater trench, had claimed his life, leaving a teenage Lana to navigate the world without him.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
Pizza Day
"Everyone, get down!" I saw the girl, the one who'd been hit, in a pool of blood. What a pretty color, I thought, as tears ran down my bloated cheeks, my mouth still full with stale Detroit-style pepperoni pizza. The intruder's footsteps paced over the dirty linoleum and my pulse kept time with his steps, as if my heart wanted to appease him.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker of Mount Tempus
In the heart of the rolling green hills, nestled between the babbling brooks that crisscrossed the landscape, was the town of Mount Tempus, where time was a mercurial companion, elusive and unpredictable, bending and warping in ways that defied explanation. For the townsfolk, time had a habit of expanding fleeting moments into lingering hours, while years were curiously compressed into fleeting moments, as ephemeral as a sigh on the breeze.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
The Apprentice of Death
The year was 1908, and Clara White, a bright-eyed young woman with a fervor for knowledge, stood at the wrought-iron gates of the esteemed Blackwood Medical Academy. The air was crisp and carried the scent of decaying leaves, a harbinger of the impending winter. Clara took a deep breath and walked through the gates, her black boots crunching on the gravel pathway.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Horror
Primary Concerns: Joe Biden's Refusal to Debate is Killing Democracy
As the 2024 election cycle commences, the Democratic Party is confronted with a conundrum — should they rally behind the incumbent President Biden, despite his evident waning popularity, or should they entertain alternative candidates who might invigorate the base and appeal to a wider demographic?
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in The Swamp
When the Rain Sings
The rain fell in unison, as if the entire town of Cascadia was a single, great instrument played by an invisible hand. Santiago hunched over the piano, his fingers tapping the keys hesitantly, as though each note was a drop of rain that would join the symphony outside. The house groaned around him, its wooden beams aching with the weight of the endless downpour. The scent of damp wood and the faint musk of mold filled the air.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
The Future is Loud: Welcome to the Hyperpop Revolution
Once a curious niche in the musical landscape, hyperpop has erupted into a supernova of avant-garde beats and synthetic soundscapes. This meteoric rise is fueled by an unprecedented fusion of human artistry and artificial intelligence (AI), creating genre-defying tracks that are reshaping the very fabric of popular music. As we delve into the vibrant world of hyperpop, we'll explore the unique synergy between humans and AI, and how it's transforming our perception of creativity and expression.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Beat
The Last Chance Motel
The Last Chance Motel stood like an afterthought on the outskirts of a small, sleepy town, its peeling paint and flickering neon sign signaling resignation rather than welcome. The air hummed with the distant drone of passing traffic, a whisper from the highway that connected the motel to the rest of the world. The sun slunk low in the sky, casting long, spindly shadows that clawed their way across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
The Watcher in the Shadows
The wind howled like a banshee, its shrill cries slicing through the moonlit night as it battered the decaying timbers of the old house. Moonlight streamed through the shattered windows, casting eerie, elongated shadows on the dust-choked floorboards. John, his face gaunt and haggard, stepped cautiously across the threshold, a single tear etching a track through the grime on his cheek. The house loomed over him, a monument to sorrow and memories long forgotten.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Horror
Project Echo
A bitter wind whipped through the small coastal town, ushering in a palpable sense of dread. The air was damp, heavy with the promise of an impending storm. Dr. Margaret Cunningham, a renowned psychiatrist, surveyed the brooding sky as she entered her clinic. Once inside, she adjusted her glasses and greeted her patients with a warm smile, the somber weather all but forgotten.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Horror
Get Down At The Higgledy-Piggledy Café
In the heart of the pulsating metropolis, the neon-illuminated Higgledy-Piggledy Café teetered precariously on the precipice of chaos and calamity, its very existence a feat of rebellious defiance against the unrelenting march of homogenized coffee chains. Its patrons, a veritable cornucopia of peculiar souls, each possessed their own delightful eccentricities, rendering the establishment a veritable smorgasbord of human peccadilloes and quirks.
By Paige Holloway5 months ago in Fiction
