A Misty Memory Novels & Stories

Ivone's eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm golden light that spilled into the room like honey through the open windows took her a while to adjust to as they danced around, casting a gentle glow on her features. She lay still, her foggy gaze drifting lazily around the slightly familiar space as she struggled to grasp the fragmented memories that lingered in her mind like wisps of smoke. Her thoughts were foggy, like they were shrouded in a blanket of thick mist, her recollection was disjointed and her memories seemed to hover just out of reach.

He was somehow thinking what she did with the sword before that makes her remember a glimpse of her lost memories. "You heard him, remove the sword." Misty repeated to the men before they quickly brought the swords out of the restaurant. After seeing with her own eyes that they replaced the sword, she quickly followed Gavin and Luna. "Drink this," Gavin brought a glass of water while Luna was lying on her bed with her eyes glued to the ceiling of her room. She could not forget what she just remembered. It was a very short and vague memory. The sharp sword that is being pulled on the floor by someone who was wearing black boots.

I whispered when I saw the date written on the picture. I sighed, I don't know what happened to our family or to me. As I get older, I feel like I'm slowly losing what I used to be, The people I love and the people I was with during the happy times when I was young are slowly disappearing. I touched my cheek when I felt a hot liquid falling from my eyes. I wiped it and returned the photo to its previous position. I don’t know what I did wrong to them, I don’t remember committing a crime to someone, especially to my family. But the way they stay away from me I felt like a serial killer that should not be approached.

My head was pounding. I couldn't forget his blue eyes. It was the first thing that flashed in my mind after waking up. I was scared before closing my eyes that I would forget him. Even I dreamed about him. His words were haunting me, 'Never forget me, Angel.' " I would never," I opened my eyes and pushed the comforter away. It was the weekend. Livia would be home. I pushed myself up. I could smell alcohol, his cologne and *** on me. What would he be doing? He would have forgotten me? I shook my head.

he said, wagging his eyebrows at me and getting me to laugh just like he wanted. I slapped him playfully on the arm, slipping into old familiarities with too much ease. Old habits do die hard. “It’s not the girl!” “Then what had you staring holes into them?” The Memory of my envy came back to mind. I sighed, blowing the yellow strands of my hair up and out of my face. “Nothing,” I said, setting down the glass on a nearby table. Why did I even come to this party in the first place? I couldn’t even remember anymore.

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

" My mouth slowly curved into a faint smile. A single tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eye. In Claire's terrified cry, I lost consciousness. My mind drifted through pain and static. Then a white light opened somewhere deep inside my memory. It was ten years ago, a quiet afternoon in the woods behind the school.

he sneered. “I-it was a long time ago… Let’s forget about it,” she whispered with a frightened expression. “It’s been a long time, but… Because of that incident I had to end up like this, locked up. Now, you have to pay for everything!” “W-what are you—” “Shut up, or I will tell everyone what happened between us,” he threatened as he pulled Elise out of his room. That incident has already passed, exactly 8 years ago, when a misunderstanding made the two of them unable to forget each other, a time when both of them were too young to understand what happened between the two of them.

she wakes up her youngest daughter who was sleeping on the bed -Hum mum let me sleep, I don't have class today -Hey get up and answer me -Those are the ears that hear mum, I am listening to you -Little insolent, badly educated, where is your physio sister? -Mom it is because of physio that you wake me up at this time, moreover you interrupt my sleep - Fool talk to me properly -Mom you know very well that Physio spends all her nights in clubs in Almadies, my foot is on the road rekk, she never gets tired of going to a club

This time, I was the one smirking. “My mom isn’t a mistress, and I’m not the daughter of a mistress.” she said firmly. I let out a mocking laugh. “Are you thinking well? My mom and dad have been married until now, my mom was the first one more than your flirtatious mother, so what do you think you are called huh? Think about it, My mom is the original, we are the original, We were the first ones daddy loved, So don’t act like you're the first one. No matter how you twist it, your mother is still the mistress. So know your place.” Her glare grew sharper, and I smiled even wider when I saw her fist clench. That's right—savor the truth that your mother is the mistress.