A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

She does not know her mother but has been shown the kind of person she was through the memory pool. In the water there was a pool there they call the pool of memories. Everything that happens in the water is stored there. It is like their own library with all the memories of everyone and every event that ever took place in the water. When she was five and started asking about her mother, her father took her to the memory pool for the first time to show her memories of her mother.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

34| Greedy. My thoughts reared back to last time I spoke to Joy before I returned to loosing my memories again, when I had asked her a question, after she explained so much to me and I asked her how come I had no memory or recollection of it, Joy had told me that those had been sealed off too, yet now, now I remember everything, from the fact that I had met Allan before, he had been so different, so nice, so in love with me that he was willing to loose everything, willing to fight and his eyes.... They were never amber.

The possibility of forgetting the soothing tones of her mother’s sweet voice, whether she was telling stories or singing, filled Florence with absolute dread. The inability to hear has created a deep-seated anxiety that these precious auditory memories, so intimately tied to her identity and emotional well-being, might slip away. Florence was scared that she might forget how they sounded as years went by and she knew that if that happened, she would absolutely hate herself for it.

It pulsed faintly. Rowan approached cautiously. “What is that?” Senn turned slowly. “It’s a memory... that doesn’t belong to any one person. Or even any one time.” Miri’s voice trembled. “What did the Vault show you?” Senn’s eyes were wet. “The first erasure. The very first one.” --- Part II – The Memory Beyond Memory They gathered around the basin. The shard pulsed once more—and then, without warning, the Vault spoke. Not in words.

“Why not?” “I … I can’t remember anything.” Her eyes fell to the ground. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, it’s just … she didn’t want to remember anything about it. Her dark past had been haunting her, chasing her wherever she went. She was scared. Her fear would consume her and bring back all the trauma. Her entire life she had avoided recalling every bit of memory from her parents. And she’s fine with little or nothing to remember at all. “Wait.” Estevan opened his backpack and, later on, pulled out a notepad. “I’ve read a book before—back in my country and took some notes out of it. Here,” he said, pointing at a page. “It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.”

END OF FLASHBACK Tania was so engrossed in her memories that she didn't realise the ceramic price she was holding had slowly began to cut through her skin due to the intensity of her grip, she wasn't in touch with reality anymore though, she was stuck in the memory of decades ago. When it came down to hate, Memories were like the fuels it craved to breathe and live and if they were painful memories even better, Memories go from being a form of remembrance to hitting a waves they never thought, they start wondering if the things they should or shouldn't have done and their past becomes a mere blur of everything they couldn't achieve or change. Because in the end, memory was a painful reminder

They sat with their backs to the river, snuggled together and giggled like a couple of high school lovers. Thaddeus rushed as fast as his scrawny little legs could carry him, to stay in the waters was to incur the wrath of Tonya. He knew better. With her small frame, she has the power of a sumo wrestler within her. Today wasn't the day to piss her off, not when she's busy with Emily talking about things he'd never understand. He thought to himself as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking like his bones had become fragile and brittle.

Something we had done a million times before but that one time lead to so many bad consequences and memories. I had sex with Melisa many times before in our relationship. She was very good at it and I always enjoyed it. We had sex that night and she spent the night in my room. I could not sleep comfortably that night since all I thought about was how I had told my friends that I was going to ask Kira out before we went to college. I had not even thought about the fact that she might have been going away to a different college. I looked at the sleeping girl besides me, with her curves showing under the covers and her soft snores the only sound in the room. I felt sorry for her since I was goi

Recreating new memories together made her fade into the background. THE END