A Mashup Of Memories Novels & Stories

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead." ... Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries. Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it. My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.] Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas. They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.

The radio played one of my favourite songs… (Memory I Don't Mess With - Lee Brice) {Red leaves on the river Footprints in the sand Cold walk in December Warming up your hands Sundress on the front steps Sun up by the lake Blanket down in the backyard Lying wide awake} He put his hand on my knee which made me look at him. Beck looked at me for a brief second before he looked back at the road ahead. He gave my thigh a quick squeeze. {That's a memory I don't mess with The girl I was the best with The one I was obsessed with

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.

The skittering and scratching of bugs and small animals in the jars and cages. Fucking hell! She slipped something in my smoothie! She’d climbed across the table onto my lap then. Started kissing me and, oh, her mouth! Then undressing me—and her fingers and hands on my body. The memories are flooding in now, like spring thaw swelling a river and my head pounds painfully. But stuff like this—good stuff—you fight through the pain because it’s totally worth it. These are the kind of memories a man happily carries into eternity with him.

Selena graciously sat at the counter, her eyes following my culinary dance. "Alright, Chef Angel in action," she teased, a playful grin on her face. "I'm ready to be amazed. What's on the menu tonight?" I chuckled, a sense of domesticity settling in. "How about a little something I like to call 'Memory Lane Pasta'? It's got a mix of flavors that might jog our taste buds and memories." As I chopped vegetables and stirred the simmering sauce, our conversation flowed effortlessly between Meta company affairs and personal anecdotes. "You know, Selena, I still feel a bit lost about the whole Meta thing. Since I lost my memory, it's like stepping into a puzzle with missing pieces."

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

“You can. You choose not to.” The others had already started singing, but Memory held his gaze for a second, a challenge in his brown eyes she couldn’t ignore. She glared at him, shaking her head slightly. Something told her he would have to discover she was right for himself. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth, joining in on the chorus. What came out sounded like a crackling old record to her, a sick frog after ingesting too much mud from the bottom of the pond, an alley cat stuck in a garbage can filled with spoiled tuna. She kept her voice down so no one else could hear and waited for him to tell her to stop.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's yours." "It doesn't belong to me." Protested the latter, but Janik no longer listened at all. He whistled softly in the air and Josh followed his gaze. “This is Hannah, the other Chalet Girl and Alissa's friend. As far as I know she's taken. " "Not all relationships are made to last." He grinned and took a sip of his spritzer. "Much better." "Good evening gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying yourself?" "Of course. May I introduce you to my friend Janik Bruns? Janik, this is Hendrik Mason. "

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.