…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.
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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 KawsayContinueContinue reading “Now, a short story by Coletha Albert”
I have never been high in my entire life
On May 1, 2026, the rain, a constant companion in Seattle, seemed to be washing away the tension that had gripped you for weeks. You stood by the window of your small office, looking out at the gray skyline, clutching your morning coffee. Your inbox, usually a source of anxiety, now held a single, unassumingContinueContinue reading “I have never been high in my entire life”
The Breakthrough, Short Story by Coletha Albert
Sarah leaned against the railing of the Washington State Ferry, the saltwater spray caressing her face gently. In her pocket, her hand was clenched around a small, bronze skeleton key. It wasn’t just a key to a new cottage; it was the key to the life she had claimed, a life that finally belonged toContinueContinue reading “The Breakthrough, Short Story by Coletha Albert”
Aisha, Short Story by Coletha Albert
“Aisha, remember that the most beautiful flowers grow in the wildest of gardens,” my grandmother once told me. “But they have to survive the thorns first.” Her words felt like a distant echo, like a prophecy I was desperately trying to rewrite. Growing up as a Black American female was an intricate dance of survival.ContinueContinue reading “Aisha, Short Story by Coletha Albert”
Everybody MAD
Everybody MadSong byO.T. GenasisYeahThey ain’t gon’ like itThey ain’t gon’ like itI be getting to the moneyEverybody madI think I’m getting too much moneyEverybody madThe same old nigga from the blockThe same old nigga with the potThe same old nigga for the trapEverybody hated on him then he bounced right backI done spent a wholeContinueContinue reading “Everybody MAD”
