Novel & Cerita A Tale Of Memories

only a faint sadness and confusion. “They told me I was sick Ember” Tessa said quietly. “That something happened at the packyard. But I can’t recall or remember anything l.” She pressed her fingers tightly, frowning. “Every time I try, it feels like someone else’s memory, like I wasn't supposed to have access to it” Ember hesitated. “Maybe that’s for the best.” Tessa looked up quietly. “No. It’s not. I feel like something’s been taken from me. Like a story stopped in the middle of where I am just about to finish, it's doesn't feel like mine, but still felt like I owned it.”

I pulled off to crack the ice of silence building between us. “I have a syndrome opposite to Alyana. These notes are my memories since birth. And if you're wondering about the medicines that I took, they are medicines that help me extend the memories that I have for another 24 hours, it aids me enough time to write or type them all. This compilation is of my memories, this one is of important details which include the crimes and curiosity that I can’t even remember up to now. I have a severely deficient autobiographical memory. It sucks,” we remained silent for another minute, then, she pressed a button behind the picture frame hung on the wall, and an about one meter by one-meter piece of t

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

7:40 AM — Barangay Hall Caelan sat next to Elira as a elder read a story aloud. Not an official document, not a speech—just a memory about her sister during the flood, how they gripped the roof of a tricycle as passing sardine cans went by like talismans. Part of the new series: Memory Readings. Weekly host. Open floor. The woman finished her story smiling. "I thought remembering made me trapped. But it's not a trap. It's how we make choices that remember us."

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

No! I didn't want this! Why did I have to suffer the same fate after reincarnating?! However, as I closed my eyes, I remembered the old tome I had read in my last life, telling me that the vampires' worst fears barring sunlight were curses. The words and intonation were difficult to master, but I'd committed two lines to memory after a long while. Even so, with my mind being a complete mess right now, I couldn't even remember the two lines.

“I figured she was your familiar. You’d only ever come to see me if she was important to you, and I know the only woman who matters to you besides Zara would be your familiar. I can do what you ask, but I must warn you, it’s intense. You aren’t seeing the memories. You’ll be reliving them. You’ll experience everything that the person did in the memories. Remember it’s already happened, and you can’t actually die or get hurt even if that’s what happens in the memory.” My mouth gapes open as my eyes widen. Well, that’s not what I expected. I just thought I’d be an observer, not reliving the memories as Sasha. At least I know nothing that happens to me in the memory is actually happening to me.