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.
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It was one of those diners where people met, but rarely ate. The perfect place for lascivious and clandestine meetings of the uncomfortable sort. At least that's what I was told. But if I had believed everything I was told, I wouldn't have had to perform a cloak and dagger, spy novel type adventure, so that I could witness for once and for all if the someone who professed to love me was finally going to do what was needed to be done in order to finally make my fantasy a reality.
By Majique MiMi12 months ago in Fiction
His House...
Anna felt the stocking split where her womanhood met the fleshy part of her thigh, and she couldn’t stop herself from cussing softly under her breath. Despite this feminine fatality, she thanked God that she was wearing her new broomstick skirt. But she had four blocks left to get home. Instead of being caressed by the familiar sounds of the neighborhood, the rattle of distant gunfire and sirens taunted her causing haste in her step. The tear in her stocking was spreading like a newly cracked windshield, both beckoning a breeze.
By Majique MiMi12 months ago in Fiction
Neighborhood Watches
The pain woke her up, and that’s when she got pissed. Jasmine wasn’t used to the pain anymore because typically her Indica would lull her into a fluffy cloud which she would float in as she thanked the good Lord above for keeping her and her loved ones safe and sound and for the many blessings He already has given her. But the pain would not go away. The pain was on one knee in front her face. The pain smelled like cognac, coffee and Dolce and Gabbana’s -Light Blue. She used to love the smell of that cologne, but now all it does is remind her that in a few minutes she’s gone be dealing with the pain in the royal ass who was otherwise known as Sticks Martin.
By Majique MiMi12 months ago in Fiction
Forever & A Day
They were each other’s’ light. In the darkest days, his aura was an urgent dawn rushing to mate with her blushing dusk. It was no surprise that they would share their vows when the horizon was consumed with the colors of Joy. And when the Sun dipped into the Sea, their Lovemaking made all the stars twinkle.
By Majique MiMi12 months ago in Fiction
Neighborhood Watches
Farrell damn near flipped his desk over as he made a beeline into Sarge’s office. Ross called out after him, but it was too late. Farrell had already slammed the door behind him as the unfazed sergeant Florek looked over the rim of his glasses to meet Farrell’s glare.
By Majique MiMi12 months ago in Fiction
As Good As It Gets
Every time, I retell this story, I shut my eyes. And every time I shut my eyes when I retell this story, I’m blinded by a white light. Then I realize that the blinding , white light surrounding me, was not, in fact, a light at all. As a matter of fact, when I was finally able to open my eyes the first thing that I was able to see was my own breath fogging up the airplane window.
By Majique MiMiabout a year ago in Families