Sadie Cole
Bio
"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
-Edgar Allan Poe
Stories (23/0)
Burn It All
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My mousy brown hair replaced with flickering, orange flames that whipped and roared around my reflection’s head. Puckered scars covered the face in the mirror, and broken teeth could be seen where her mouth had melted away. Her nude body was charred and cracked open like a shell, allowing a vermilion glow to be seen through the fissures. She remained motionless, but for the fire dancing around her head, and the glimmer of firestorm beneath her skin. I sensed a stirring in my soul, and I knew that this monstrosity was me. Her forest green eyes were identical to mine.
By Sadie Coleabout a year ago in Horror
The Witches of Cedar Spice
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dainty village of Cedar Spice was draped in an opaque, lavender mist that blanketed the ground. The mist lingered until the sun emerged from its refuge, rising in glowing ascension from behind the mountains. While the villagers slept, the witches of Cedar Spice restored balance and harmony.
By Sadie Coleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mad Tinkerer and The Drunk
Thomas woke abruptly with a pounding in his head. Once again he had had too much of the drink; too far gone now to even try to quit. The alcohol kept the gruesome deaths of his wife and son locked away deep inside his mind. Whenever he was sober the locked door would swing open and memories rushed to the fore front of his mind and all he wanted to do was die. The pounding in his head forced him to swing his legs off the straw bed in the dirty barn and place his filthy feet onto the frozen dirt. He put on his worn leather boots and buckled them around his ankle. They were so old now that they didn’t do much to keep his feet warm, but it was better than nothing.
By Sadie Coleabout a year ago in Fiction