Majique MiMi
Bio
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Check out my series starting with Hood Ornaments
Achievements (1)
Stories (293/0)
Write In The Middle Of It
The coffee shop always had a strange orange hue to it at night. It was almost like a warning to those that entered that if they came in they would be in a caffeine-induced illusion the next day. From the street, Stephen Gibson looked in and saw only two or three people inside and that included the man behind the counter.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
There was a burn in Mekayla’s chest as she stood for several moments looking at the shut door. She wasn’t sure if it was from the high or if it was from the startling information that was sealed within Erik’s kiss. The blunt burned slowly filling her normally sweet- smelling loft with its stench, but for the first time Mekayla didn’t care about the smell and in fact took a long hard inhale. Then she took a long hard hit off of the blunt until the ash grew long. She gingerly swaggered over to the kitchen sink with one hand under the teetering ashes and flicked them into the sink. The ash hissed a little as it hit some water remnants and at the same time Mekayla blew smoke out of her clenched teeth.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
With glee, Brett seemed as if he was floating to Mekayla’s loft. He figured the Mancuso intrusion couldn’t have had better timing. Now Brett needed a place to run and after the way Mekayla kissed him on her fire escape, he knew he could be welcome there.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
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Brett stretched out on the onyx satin sheets and he brushed Mekayla’s arm. He sighed and slightly chuckled to himself when he kissed her shoulder. Mekayla moaned softly but did not stir. Brett continued to rub her bare skin in amazement of how soft she felt. Even the satin sheets could not compare to the luxury of her buttery skin. He glanced around the crimson room and saw all of the miniature kittens delicately placed on the built in wall shelving. He hated those little statues.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
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The church was filled to capacity and glowing in an electric blue hue . Sadiah was sitting on the choir loft with Mama singing their favorite selection. The pianist was smiling at them, the pastor was smiling at them, and the congregation was smiling at them. Tears streamed down Sadiah’s cheeks and Mama cupped her face in her soft hands and kissed them away. As she closed her eyes she inhaled her mother’s fragrance.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle of It
There was good news, and there was bad news. Sadiah suffered a severe traumatic brain injury, which caused her to be in an indefinite coma. She could wake up tomorrow, or she could wake up ten months from now, there was no way of knowing.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction