A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

That was a good question. "Not if you make them seem like bed time stories her mom use to tell her about legends and secrets. This spell is complex all you have to do is pinpoint things that are in realms you don't have access to and transfer all of them to her mom conjuring up a little bed time clip. That way the memories will make sense but since they are her memories she will never see herself unless she looks at herself in a mirror in one of the memories. You'll lose your chance if you erase them all." Zavier stated having me already start separating everything.

"Balance comes at a cost. Some memories fade, while others cling to existence. You have awakened them, and they seek solace." Richard's voice held a hint of defiance. "We'll do whatever it takes to set things right. Just tell us how." Echo gestured to the depths of the forest, where a faint glow emanated. "There lies the Pool of Recollections. Immerse yourselves, and you may find a way to appease the restless memories." A pool that held the power to navigate memories? The thought was both intriguing and terrifying. But with Echo's guidance, we journeyed deeper into the woods, each step echoing with whispers of the past.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

If miss flora could read into memories, she can help me recover mine, my past, and all that is going on in my life, I know she'll not do it for free but I'll offer her the other half, she won't be able to resist. I felt somehow bad for what I was about to do, I was about to betray them, all of them, but I wanted to get my memories back, I had to. T.B.C

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

One week after their return, the first person forgot. It was one of the oldest members of the community, a woman named Ila who had been a friend of Kael’s. She was in the middle of telling a story to her grandchildren, a story about the great siege of the living mountain, a story she had told a hundred times. In the middle of a sentence, she stopped. Her face went blank. She looked at the children with polite confusion. “I’m sorry,” she said. “What was I talking about?” The children tried to remind her, but the story was gone. It had slipped out of her mind, like water through a crack. The silence wasn’t just outside anymore. It was getting inside.

“You erased their names. You twisted their stories into warnings and myths. You called them monsters so no one would mourn them.” A murmur rose now, sharp and unsettled. “That is enough,” one ancient snapped. “No,” I replied, unflinching. “It isn’t.” I closed my eyes for a single heartbeat, and when I opened them, the memories rose. Not as visions. Not as fragments. But as knowing.

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

I reached for my coffee. “Someone decided to post a story about it.” I took a slow sip before setting the glass back down. “An incorrect story.” My fingers traced the cold glass absentmindedly. “To be honest… I had forgotten most of it.” I looked at her. “I’d buried it.” “I forgot those things ever happened.” I let out a soft breath. “But after reading that story…” “The memories started coming back.” “One after another.” I tilted my head slightly. “Especially the one where you returned to New York after your divorce…”