Sadie Cole
Bio
"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
-Edgar Allan Poe
Stories (23/0)
The Catalyst: Chapter Two
Amber Franklin (also known as Little Bit) was seven years old, with honey blond hair that hung in two loose pigtails that fell to her shoulders and were tied with turquoise ribbons. Her soft brown eyes were speckled with yellow flakes, and she had a little button nose and pouty lips in the shape of a bow. There was a dimple in the middle of her chin, and her two front teeth were missing where she had lost them, the permanent ones having not grown in yet. She had a habit of sticking her tongue through the gap that the missing teeth made when she was concentrating hard on something.
By Sadie Cole8 months ago in Fiction
Tanny of the Flame
January 1923 Tanwen, called ‘Tanny’ by her parents, known around town as the little match girl, was eleven years old. Her hair was the embodiment of darkness, seeming to suck all of the light from around her head into the tangle of curls. Her skin was as white as the snow that was dusted across the deteriorated quilt she huddled under. Her slumber was restless, and she tossed and turned on the straw beneath her.
By Sadie Cole8 months ago in Horror
The Catalyst: Prologue
A towering oak tree swayed, reaching bare and gnarled branches to scrape along the tin rooftop of the ramshackle dwelling. Violent blasts of frigid wind battered the limbs, and there ensued a shrill screech that pierced the eerie silence. The raw obsidian sky loomed, and the full, yellow moon hung high and glorious with brightness, surrounded by a faint iridescent glow.
By Sadie Cole10 months ago in Fiction
The Catalyst: Chapter One
Before: Stella hadn’t heard her parents arguing lately or speaking in low voices in the kitchen when they thought Stella was sleeping. They did that when something was going on inside The Steadfast that the adults deemed too disturbing for the children to know about. Stella had no reason to suspect that anything bad was going on. She had overheard some of her teachers at school talking about how the Directorate’s laws were losing momentum; she thought things were getting better.
By Sadie Cole10 months ago in Fiction
Chapter Four: Washington Street Whore
Sparrow Sparrow stared at a tree through the window of a rust-colored old Crown Vic, as the owner of the car finished his business. She hated having to work the streets and she hated all of her clients too, but she needed the money. She gritted her teeth and tried to make out shapes in the bark of the tree that she kept her eye on. She spotted a dolphin in the bark and smiled.
By Sadie Cole11 months ago in Horror
Chapter Three: A Heart Walking Around Outside Its Body
Yvette Yvette Medina sits in the ratty, green recliner staring out of the smudged window in her living room on South Salina Street. It is 4:04 AM and her son, Nico, still isn’t home. He told her that he would be here almost eight hours ago. She had fought with her husband, Rick, for days, trying to convince him to let Nico come stay for a while. He finally relented and now Nico hadn’t shown. Rick would be mad. There would be no end to the “I told you so” comments. Hopefully there would be no more abuse, but Yvette isn’t going to count on that. There is always abuse.
By Sadie Cole11 months ago in Horror
Chapter Two: Dead Doll
Clay Clay Tuffin sits in the corner of his seedy establishment, staring at the naked, lifeless body of a nineteen-year-old young man that everyone had called Doll. Clay isn’t certain of the boy’s first name. Something like Peter or Paul, maybe John… something biblical anyway.
By Sadie Cole11 months ago in Horror
Unfortunate Circumstances
Nico Nico Mullinax fidgets on the grimy, worn-out bench at the bus stop on Fillmore Avenue. He looks much older than his twenty-three years, with the red, circular scabs that cover his sunken in cheeks, and matted white, blond hair slicked back from his long forehead. Icy blue eyes peer out of dark, sunken eye sockets.
By Sadie Cole11 months ago in Horror
Earth's Undercurrent
Billy hazarded a quick glance behind him and saw the molten lava flowing over the ground, devouring everything in its path. The ugly, black cloud kept pace above the lava, flashing lightning every second. Billy heard the loud booms of thunder and the crackling of trees being engulfed by the powerful swell of liquid fire. The desperate hum of his motorcycle grew louder as he tried to outrun the chaos at his back.
By Sadie Cole11 months ago in Fiction