Young Adult
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
The clouds wisped across the sky covering it in a thin gray veil giving a slight chill to the afternoon when the breeze picked up from the river. It would first blow calmly, and then it would slap Rondell's face as he walked towards the waterfront. The wind was his excuse for his scowling expression. But there was no excuse
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
Tori pushed the button on the phone and sighed heavily. She wasn't sure why she couldn't just ask Dell for Stick's number over the phone. She walked over to the window seat and looked into the horizon. It was steel gray and the only lavender she was able to detect was a small patch woven like thread into a distant cirrus cloud.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
Sticks sat for a long time on the edge of his desk staring at the wall unit containing several picture frames. He focused on one particular frame. It was an unusually large, silver frame containing a faded picture of him and Dre. They were both wearing furry Kangols and suede warm up suits accented by large gold rope chains. They held large goblets in their hands showing off to the camera.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Hood Ornaments. Content Warning.
From a very young age, she knew if anyone called her Victoria they obviously didn’t know her. Or she was in trouble. Tori was barely a toddler when the house became empty. She remembered Grandma crying, talk of an accident, then her father's room became an untouched shrine.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
She Stole
The frantic slapping of bare feet echoed in short bursts throughout the polished stone halls. Behind each pillar she stopped, waited, listened and looked to ensure absolute safety before the next sprint. A few times along her practiced route, she ducked into an alcove or behind a curtain. Counting the seconds as guards passed, sometimes inches from her tightly held breath, she willed her sweat to slow. Even in her cleanest rags, the smell of a servant could give her away.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
