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
Mekayla paced back and forth in her loft for what seemed like an eternity. Out of habit, she found her cigarettes and inhaled three back to back. Never once did she look at the answering machine blinking at her desperately. She didn't know what to do with herself. All she did know is that she was feeling guilty and she needed to be near Kevin, and she didn't need to hear his ever-rational voice tell her no.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
As if God was listening to his thoughts, Brett looked up and there stood Mekayla who jumped and screamed at his presence. "What the fuck?!" Mekayla yelled, " What the fuck are you doing up here?! Are you following me?" Mekayla went back to grab the door and heard the phone ringing inside.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Ladies Who List
I never used to watch any type of reality TV. To be honest I didn’t watch much TV period. I was a single parent who worked and went to school full time for most of my 20’s & 30’s so yeah, not for nothin, TV wasn’t really something I had time for, so it wasn’t a priority.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Geeks
Write In The Middle Of It
Brett didn't remember beating Sadiah or leaving the alley. He didn't remember walking home, climbing the stairs, or entering his room. He didn't remember taking off his blood -soaked sweater, or blood splattered pants. He didn't remember putting his clothes into a trash bag before he meticulously washed Sadiah's blood off of his hands, forearms, face and scraped the blood from his fingernails. He didn't remember putting on his black sweats and leaving the room. He didn't remember throwing the trash bag in the dumpster behind his building.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction
Write In The Middle Of It
Still sobbing, Mekayla flung open the door the door to her loft letting it bang up her amber painted wall. Unaware she left the door open, she quickly shuffled to her computer desk, took out the drawer, and flipped it over on top of the desk. There taped to the underside of the drawer was her emergency stash of green. She furiously wiped at the tears dropping from her face as she delicately removed the small baggie from the drawer. She then went into her bathroom and found a package of rolling papers in the basket of towels. She walked back into the living room, got a book off of her bookshelf and took everything to the pillow area. As if on cue, Mekayla instantly stopped crying, because she knew being upset would fuck up her rolling pattern. She managed to roll three perfect joints that she left on the top of the book as she pondered her situation.
By Majique MiMi2 years ago in Fiction