The morning light in Seattle filtered softly through the slate grey overcast sky. The Grey Lady is back with a vengeance. The blustery wind tossed leaves, black birds, and random garage throughout the streets, avenues and hiking trails as Seattleites basked in the calming cashmere blanket that is Autumn in the Pacific Northwest. Photo byContinueContinue reading “Siamese Peace by Coletha Albert”
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The Heat of ’91 — A Houston Crucible Story
By Coletha Albert In the spring of 1991, Houston felt hotter than usual. Not just the weather — the air itself seemed charged, humming with suspicion. In the neighborhood of Cypress Fairbanks, people whispered about strange happenings at Ravensway neighborhood, about unexplained illnesses, and about sudden misfortune. And in a city already tense from economicContinueContinue reading “The Heat of ’91 — A Houston Crucible Story “
Lorraine of Angleton by Coletha Albert
What a tangled web you weave when you practice to deceive. – Sir Walter Scot.
180 Degrees for Micah by Coletha Albert
Karma is real. All the good you have done with good intentions is coming for you now. However if you are like the snarling, evil Mira – your time is up.
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 herContinueContinue 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 aboutContinueContinue reading “Kael and Elias’s Seattle by Coletha Albert”
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 halterContinueContinue reading “South Park’s Shula by Coletha Albert”
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”
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”
San Francisco, Colorado meets ICE
Whatever happens in this life. Those of us who are left carry on. Why? Because in this world there are many hurtful ugly things but if you are strong enough to hang tough you get the gift to see the miraculous, beauty of this life.
