MK Colbert
Bio
MK a.k.a Maritta Kachele is a Jamaican American singer-songwriter, poet, film producer, and mental health/prison reform advocate. She loves to create new realms of exploration and enjoys writing diverse pieces.
Stories (19/0)
Relationship Bonds
It was getting late; everyone was starting to settle down in a circle around the campfire. I passed around the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers in preparation for the smores. My boyfriend Mitch turned off the music and was ready to initiate our usual tradition of sleepless nights, which was the telling of scary stories around the fire.
By MK Colbert2 years ago in Fiction
Golden Bonds
It was getting late; everyone was starting to settle down in a circle around the campfire. I passed around the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers in preparation for the smores. My boyfriend Mitch turned off the music and was ready to initiate our usual tradition of sleepless nights, which was the telling of scary stories around the fire.
By MK Colbert3 years ago in Fiction
Time's Up
I can’t quite hear myself think, the television is blaring, and the smell of maple pancakes and hickory smoked bacon appear to waltz around my nostrils. I didn’t even realize it had started; my fingers were nervously tapping upon the wooden table as I considered what I would do next.
By MK Colbert3 years ago in Psyche
The Fate of Esotria
You could see her floating intently across the sky, her bright orange hair billowed within the wind. Her diamond-encrusted wings sparkled like stars under the sunlight, her skin was golden bronze, her eyes were fiery, and her lips were full. Mother saw that Marigold, the Light Guardian stood out among the other angelic guardians and assigned her to lead the task of growth and development on Mountain West. I would work alongside my younger sister in helping to protect the lives and natural resources of that region.
By MK Colbert3 years ago in Fiction
The Rhythm of the Attic
Somethin’ bad was happenin’. I knew somethin’ bad was happenin’ cause momma decided to homeschool me for first grade, but she was always too sick to teach me for long. After she fixed daddy his breakfast and lunch for work, she would give me a book to read and a snack and go back to bed for most of the day. This was not like my momma at all… Momma was strong, funny, loved to make chocolate chip cookies, and when she would sing outside the birds would sing with her and the sun would shine brighter.
By MK Colbert3 years ago in Fiction