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
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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
Street Metals
Jasmine never considered herself a bad bitch. On the contrary, she always considered herself an odd duck. A nerd so to speak. But neither to her benefit nor detriment, she would fully take ownership of the fact that she has always had a slick ass mouth. And sometimes the outcome of that slick ass mouth was bad. Like the near death execution, she narrowly escaped.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Street Metals
One problem with blood spatter is that it’s very predictable. Any forensic serologist worth their degrees and expertise could determine several factors about an assailant just from examining the drops of blood left on the walls or ceiling from a crime scene.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Neighborhood Watches
“I heard you Samuel! I just don’t really know how you want me to rephrase the words that came out my mouth so that you understand me! What exactly do you want me to say?! Jasmine yelled over the water in the shower right before she used a little too much force to turn off the water and fling open the glass shower door. She grabbed her extra plush bath sheet from off of the marble dual vanity and wrapped it around her as she padded off to the adjoining bedroom where Sticks was sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees, his meticulously trimmed goat-tee draping over his pointer fingers. He licked his lips, sighed, and tried the very best he could to rephrase the question so that Jasmine didn’t bite his head off.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Neighborhood Watches
At this point, Farrell had his weapon drawn and pointed at Dennis who was handing the screaming infant to its screaming mother who ran out of the tight living room and up the stairs to lay the baby down. Then in a flash she reappeared with a seething look of anger on her face. Everyone witnessed a commanding whisper when Stacey’s lips stretched thin across her face as she hissed,
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
Neighborhood Watches
One thing about new builds, their floors don’t creak like older homes, so when Malik popped up and saw Jasmine knocked out on the sectional, he got up, and it seemed like he floated to the landing at the top of the stairs. He stood there for only a brief moment to collect his thoughts. Malik was trying to recall everything that his boy, Rondell, told him when he was brought here to meet Andre Watts. Rondell, with impeccable accuracy for someone who had just suffered a concussion, told his boys the story of Sticks’ safe house. So, when Malik walked slightly down the hallway to a pair of French doors, he stopped and crouched slightly to peek in through the tiny window. He saw the obnoxiously large desk and slightly chuckled to himself. He put the palm of his hand under the old-fashioned crystal knob and lifted it upward ever so slightly. Then he gently bumped the doors open with his hip. Anticipating some residual creeks, Malik held his breath as the doors silently opened. He floated into Sticks’ lair and made a beeline behind the large desk and slid open the tray from underneath the desk. He then lifted all of the keyrings and placed them on the desk pad so the metal rings wouldn’t hit the mahogany and echo throughout the house. However, when he moved the desk pad it rubbed against a button that triggered an opening from underneath him. Malik felt the click. To be completely honest, it was relief to him because he didn’t have a plan. He just knew for his own safety and for his Moms, little sister, and shit even Dennis at this point, he needed to be gone before Sticks arrived.
By Majique MiMi3 years ago in Fiction
