A Tale Of Memories Novels & Stories

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

I still couldn't open my phone and if any of the date and the story could help me open my phone then I would be so thankful because then I would be able to read my messages and at least go through my photo gallery and see who and what I was. " What do you have in your hands? " " A diary that has my son's name with a forward slash and another name with the name Mira . " " Does it ring any bells? " " I took a deep breath and calmed down and it was as if I was drawing blanks. Nothing came to mind, not even a feeling, not even a smidgen of a sensation. " " I can't remember anything either that or my mind won't allow me to remember anything. Maybe if I sleep my memory will come back to me in my d

reborn. The final memories flickered to life, a poignant conclusion to the tumultuous journey of my past. I recalled Haven's words, her voice filled with conviction and faith in me. She had believed in me, seen potential in the broken, angry young man I once was. Her words had been a balm to my soul, a reassurance that I was capable of more than I ever thought possible. And then, as we had agreed, she took all my memories, erasing the pain and the anguish, leaving me with a clean slate.

was my father's second wife and also my step mom Katherine #Reality# I and Jessy enquired for the address of the authoress, but unfortunately, it was reported that she had died of cancer 2 months ago, but her child Troy is still in town, living with his uncle (Katherine's brother) no one in the theatre knew were they stayed, but the fact that he is here in New York gives us big chance of finding him easily, my father being a vampire and Katherine being a mortal human, makes Troy a half breed vampire with limitations to his abilities

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

Luminga-linga siya pero wala naman siyang nakitang tao. Who's that? "Even your other voice said it." "Belive in yourself," parang hanging saad nito. Huminga muna ako nang malalim at hindi na muna nag-salita. Pumunta na lang kami sa bookstore at nag-hanap ng bagong babasahin. Then one book caught my attention. Ang ganda nang cover niya mahahalata mong fantasy siya. It's like a harry potter but with spice.

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

I can't help but stare at myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth. What if I am indeed from Rema? Dissociative amnesia. I suffer from dissociative amnesia, so I can't recall my childhood memories. I didn't expect everything to be that complicated. I only want to find Shena, but right now... I'm at a loss on what to do initially.

Alicia reminisced, gazing at the pictures of her mother and getting lost in the memories. Tobias listened attentively as she recounted the stories behind each photo, displaying no signs of impatience. They were the memories of her mother, albeit trivial and seemingly insignificant. For instance, her mother hand-sewing a teddy bear for her, accidentally overcooking a whole turkey one Christmas while busy decorating the tree or keeping a recipe handbook with their favorite dishes for her and her father.

Lula Rios slid a straw into her cup, her eyes lighting up. "Wow! I only mentioned wanting extra tapioca once, and you actually remembered?" My boyfriend, Todd Rossi, shrugged. "I remember everything about you." The private room erupted in immediate teasing. "Alright, we get it, big brain!" "Man, I'm so jealous of Harper. With Todd's steel-trap memory, birthdays and anniversaries must be a breeze." Todd turned to me with a smile. I just sipped my mineral water and kept my eyes down, offering no response.