A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

“No. Most of my memories – the few I’ve had have been good except one. And that one . . . it’s out of this world. Unbelievable, if I didn’t know it was a true memory. It was so bad I stopped seeing my therapists. I don’t care to remember anything else. Truly.” “Damn, it does sound bad. Want to talk about it?” “I don’t know. It’s a bit of a long story,” Ava sipped her beer. “Hell, we got all night. I’m in no rush and you did listen to my stories at Fish Tale Tavern in town. I owe you an ear.” Ava shrugged. What the hell? ****

A memory from the night she died. *

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.

One of the female help bowed their head in response then sped out of the room. “Whose blood?” I asked, and her red gaze met my eyes. “Memorian.” She responded. “Those man-eating beasts that thrive in the mountains, I mean, well generally in cold places but you know.” Memorians are man-eating beasts that usually distort the memory of their preys. When the Prince had been giving a tour of Portburgh to Daisy, after Vivanna’s death, of course, he had wanted her to see the land that she would inherit. They had been caught in a snowstorm and separated. Daisy met a lone memorian who distorted her memory, making her believe that it was Kassian’s and her child.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

She waited, in vain, for a call from them – to ask how she was doing, whether she was dead or alive. Slowly, the frequency with which she remembered her past life and family decreased. She felt guilty about not remembering them often. The guilt too reduced after some time. After all, they had sent her off with a stranger, in exchange for some money and never bothered to call and check whether she was alive and well. It was just her luck that Mr. Shekar turned out to be such a decent human being. Her guilt slowly turned to anger and then to nothing. It seemed as though she had always been the second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Shekar, as though she had always lived in the luxury she lived in now

his mother explains everything. "I've been here for a week already? What I can only remember is I was having a birthday party with my friends abd Brianna, and then I totally blacked out." narrated Paolo. "The doctor said that you might be feeling under the weather for a long time, and it turned to pneumonia." his mother spoke again. Paolo nodded, as he finally remembers everything. "Yeah. Before our final exams, I was already feeling bad. But I had to force myself to study for my exams and I got worse so here I am."

A huge grin appears on my face as the memories flowed back. In the end, I found her. And she’ll be mine. If only Vivienne could see it. What an irony.

he murmured, more to himself than Raja. Raja didn’t say anything. He simply watched. Tales took a slow step forward, pushing the door open. It creaked on its hinges, revealing the messy, hollow space inside. Memories clawed their way to the surface. The smell of alcohol. The sound of glass bottles clinking. The cold, empty rooms. The loneliness. His mother’s taunting voice. The sharp sting of her words. Tales exhaled sharply, stepping inside. Dust filled the air, some are even glued around his feet.

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.