A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

" 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.

Save me—" Theodore listened quietly until she finished and said softly, "Ave, do you remember I taught you that when you do something wrong, you have to pay the price?"

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

Isn't he curious this morning? "Mm-hmm." I shift in a better and comfortable sitting position on the window seat. "......" " You wanted to know, now you're quiet." " Is it those dreams again?" I bite on my lip, contemplating on whether I should tell him or not. Oh whatever. " There are other things..." I start, voice softening. It feels like someone will overhear by the way I look around the room. " Like what?" " Memories." " Memories?" " There are missing memories I would like to remember, like my child hood memories."

“Nope. I need you to hear me out. As you can see, I am pretty stubborn. I wasn’t like that but I learnt to be this way in order to make everything work. I have to. There is a gamble I am playing here that doesn’t follow the main plan but it got nothing to do with you. Still, I will tell you about it. Since soon enough, no one will remember. You’ll be the only one who shoulders a heavy responsibility. We’ll all be free but you won’t and I don’t care about that.” “You’re just… Don’t turn around the pot and be straight with me. What kind of plan or whatever?” “You get those dreams, right? How far are you in them?” “Why should I tell you?” “Because you must. I will explain to you an important ma

Blue wave apartment. Amy and Tut ate their breakfast and sat on the sofa. Amy had an glowing eyes ,the eagerness to listen to his past story .So She looked at him innocently. "First condition if I want to tell you my past then you need to tell me yours." Eventhough tutt can access through her knowledge but he can't access through her memory. Memory of the certain person is like their treasure so no matter how strong tutt can be he can't access through it without that person's permission as well as it is also a dangerous attempt .

She asked and leaned back in her chair. "There's not much to talk about." Alissa dodged. “I had a lovely childhood and I have fond memories of it. My parents loved each other and we were a happy little family. Then when I was sixteen my father died, my mother couldn't stand it alone and a short time later got married again. But this man wasn't nearly as loving as my father. At some point I couldn't take it at home any longer and I ran away. ”She took a moment and Hannah looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry. But what did you do when you weren't home? You were still so young, didn't you have to go to school? "

The necklace was with me since then, but I didn't know where that necklace came from since my memories from the past were gone. That would be my biggest revelation, why my memories aren't present? Why couldn't I remember anything from the past? Even a single memory with my parents. I didn't know, but I'll find the answers soon. The necklace was beautiful it has some white diamonds in it. Well, though I wanted to buy that I didn't have much money, even a penny except for the money Hildred gave me. "Do you want that?" I was just shocked when I heard his voice. He's so close to me, whispering to my ears.