A Mashup Of Memories Novels & Stories

“It is. You just… don’t remember everything. The Core isn’t some alien thing that happened to us, Adrian. It was us. It was you.” The room swayed. He gripped the railing of her bed, trying to steady himself. “I— I didn’t— I don’t remember—” Memory Integration: 75%. The voice — calm, electronic — seemed to echo from everywhere at once. The ceiling lights dimmed. Maya covered her ears. “It’s starting again.” “What is?” “The merge.” The golden hum returned, faint but unmistakable — that deep, resonant vibration that seemed to come from beneath the skin of reality itself.

The scientist stated, feeling exasperated. "How will them few memories help if she won't remember him?" The man at the head of the table asked as he narrowed his eyes. "She will be scared since she will have no memories at all. She will be confused because she will know how to walk and talk but she won't remember how she can walk and talk." The scientist started to explain. "So you want us to use that fear to bond with her." Someone else said. "Yes. It is important that you take your time to bond with her. Use the videos and pictures of the past to create the future that you want." The scientist stated as he turned his laptop towards everyone.

The doctor informed me. This was weird. It was seriously so weird. “Not only are my memories jumbled up, there are also memories which don't fit into my memories at all! I don't understand it!” I half yelled, half spoke. “What do you mean by that? Can you explain further, Miss Rhea?” “I mean… There's… There's a memory where a completely different person is in my memories.” I started. “A completely different person?” The doctor sounded confused.

It was as if her memories were being stirred, like the surface of a pond rippling in the wind. And then, suddenly, Maya was flooded with visions of the past. Memories she had never known she had. Memories that seemed to belong to someone else entirely. Maya's mind was reeling as the visions flooded her consciousness. She saw herself as a child, playing in a lush green meadow filled with wildflowers. She saw herself laughing and chasing after a little boy with bright blue eyes. She saw herself standing in front of a beautiful old mansion, feeling a sense of belonging and wonder.

It was a nothing day and nothing sticks out as memorable about it. “You have my memories, so how do I know you’re not just tapping into one of mine” I blurt out, a little stubborn indignation in the mix because I know he’s trying to get me to be a little less mad at him. It wouldn’t be hard for him to now look backwards and see me when he has all of mine in there to choose from. Colton smiles, shaking his head softly with a frown, lifts his fingers to my temple and gently presses, projecting his memory to me, among the many we share.

“Face the next fire.” He squeezed gently. “And after that?” She smiled faintly. “I build something that doesn’t burn.” That afternoon, Rachel called. “We’ve drafted a new concept for post-Vault knowledge: the Memory Mosaic.” “What is it?” Sophie asked. “It’s not about truth or trauma. It’s about experience — people upload recollections they’re ready to release, not ones they were forced to hide.” “Who curates it?” “No one,” Rachel said. “It’s unmoderated. Meant to be messy. Beautiful.”

“I know I might not have all my memories back…” “We are working together towards that,” I said softly. “I know, but that’s not what I’m saying,” he said. With a heavy exhalation, he leaned closer and grabbed my hands. “I got a memory flash yesterday. The one where we were under the moon…” A smile crossed my lips, and I bit my lower lip, already knowing what he was talking about. He smiled too, squeezing my hands gently. “But my intention of bringing this up isn’t about the sex…” he added.

Hello readers! ☺️ Don't panic! Sorry for the break in this chapter. Before you ask yourself how you got here, relax, you're still reading, 'A Marriage Deal To Remember'. This is a subtle twist that you should put in mind so anytime you see 'Third Person Pov', don't panic. You haven't been teleported into another story. Just read, remember details, and enjoy. I hope you care about the characters as much as I do.☺️

People dropping to their knees as conflicting memories assault them—lives that both did and didn't happen, all equally real in their minds. Xander appears beside me, his face grim. "It's happening everywhere. The merge wasn't as clean as we thought." I reach out with my enhanced senses, feeling the fabric of reality straining under the weight of overlapping timelines. Certain individuals have become nexus points, retaining memories from multiple realities that should have been seamlessly fused. "Can we fix it?" I ask, already knowing the answer won't be simple. "Should we?" he counters. "These memories are real. What right do we have to erase them?"

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.