Dreamweaver inspired Coletha Albert today

"Dream Weaver" I've just closed my eyes againClimbed aboard the dream weaver trainDriver, take away my worries of todayAnd leave tomorrow behind Ooh, dream weaverI believe you can get me through the nightOoh, dream weaverI believe we can reach the morning light Fly me high through the starry skiesMaybe to an astral planeCross the highwaysContinue reading "Dreamweaver inspired Coletha Albert today"

Psalms 66 – Celebrate Anyway

https://mscoletha.wordpress.com/2025/05/31/i-believe/?page_id=10763 You could cry today Celebrate anyway You could moan today Celebrate anyway You could shout today Celebrate anyway You could curse today Celebrate anyway You could live today Celebrate anyway You could die today Celebrate anyway You could read today Celebrate anyway You could write today Celebrate anyway You could win today Celebrate anywayContinue reading "Psalms 66 – Celebrate Anyway"

The Secret by Coletha Albert

The neon lights of Neo-Veridia didn’t illuminate; they interrogated. For Elara, the "Gilded Nightingale," every sold-out stadium was a sensory prison. Her gift—the ability to weave tactile emotions into sound—had been commodified by the Syndicate until she was less a person and more a biological streaming service. She didn't just want out. She wanted herContinue reading "The Secret by Coletha Albert"

Kael and Elias’s Seattle by Coletha Albert

The heat in Ballard didn’t shimmer; it throbbed. It was July 2026, and the "Big Blue" tent city near the library was a kiln of nylon and asphalt. Elias and Kael sat on a stained mattress, the air smelling of saltwater and hot garbage. They hadn’t slept in four days. The new batch—something whispered aboutContinue reading "Kael and Elias’s Seattle by Coletha Albert"

The Spider and The Fly

The cherry blossoms along Main Street were just beginning to surrender their petals to the damp Monroe breeze when Julian opened the door to "The Alchemist’s Nook."Julian was a freelance graphic designer with a dwindling bank account and a caffeine habit. He’d seen the ad on a telephone pole near the Evergreen State Fairgrounds: PROContinue reading "The Spider and The Fly"

South Park’s Shula by Coletha Albert

The year was 1978, and the South Park neighborhood of Houston was a humid haze of AM radio hits and the heavy, sweet scent of honeysuckle fighting against the exhaust of passing Cadillac Sevilles and Chrysler Cordobas. Photo by Arian Fernandez on Pexels.com Shula didn't wear a veil; she wore high-waisted bell-bottoms, an orange halterContinue reading "South Park’s Shula by Coletha Albert"

Destiny Embraced by Coletha Albert

...it was a pre-authorization. It was your mind giving you permission to walk past them without feeling like you had to "kill" them or "save" them. You simply had to coexist for a moment in the hallway and then continue toward the door.

Now, a short story by Coletha Albert

In the quiet rot of a forgotten Delta plantation, the soil finally spoke. It didn't scream, initially. It just gave up its secrets, one slow bleed at a time. The prophecy wasn't found in a dusty book; it was carved in the bedrock, a slow-release venom designed by a patient hand. It was the KawsayContinue reading "Now, a short story by Coletha Albert"