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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”

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 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”