A Walking To Remember Novels & Stories

"Yeah, and maybe I'll forget you one day too." Elijah leaned in suddenly. "Oh yeah? You forgot everything from that night too? Not even a little memory?" I tilted my head back, avoiding his gaze. If this were before, I probably would've forgotten. But now, I could recall every single detail. "How about I help you remember?" His gaze dropped to my lips. I shot up from the couch, but he moved in step with me. I backed away until I hit the wall. "Did you like it?" he asked.

She remembered the laughter, the quiet mornings, the soft kisses that tasted like promises. But now those memories felt like ash. Still warm but cold to the touch. She parked in the designated spot. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned off the engine. She stepped out, and as her feet touched the ground the air outside was crisp, the kind that threatened to steal the warmth from your skin. Then a wave of memories washed over her. From the sweetest to the most painful. Each memory felt vivid and distracting. But Raellyn took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and walked forward, just as she always had. Each step forward felt like a descent into a forgotten chapter. The door loomed befor

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

Her words made me pause for a moment. I had lived with Lucy for years, and I’d told her countless times that I couldn’t eat spicy food. Yet, every meal she ordered had some sort of spice in it. Whenever I asked for something mild, she’d complain. Every time I brought it up, she’d say she forgot. Something that a stranger could pick up on after one meal, she hadn’t managed to remember in more than ten years. I didn’t turn down Rylee’s kindness. I accepted the food and thanked her. After she left, I tried a small bite and was caught off guard by how perfectly it matched my taste.

"This is your older brother, Bruce. He just came to Orbor City, so your mom asked me to show him around these past few days." I turned and looked him up and down. My gaze landed on the matching couple bracelets on their wrists.

“Why don’t you tell us what you remember. “I remember that I was walking from across the street. I was leaving here for some reason. As I was crossing the street, a dark-skinned guy who was driving a dark blue Toyota began to speed up. He had a weird smile on his face like he was happy with what he was about to do, but anyway, I watched as the car hit me. It hits me and runs me over.” “Is that all you remember?” Dr. Richmond inquires. “Yes. The whole picture isn’t clear to me.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, I get the feeling that something was slowing me down, but I can’t see what it is.” “But you clearly remember the guy that hit you?” Dr. Wards asks. “Yes.” “Have you informed the cops?” Dr.

What had deepened was the frequency and the accuracy of the finding. They walked with her — Don with the notebook, Ernest with the morning coffee still in hand. Ruth walked ahead with the specific quality of someone who has found something and knows what it is and is bringing the people who need to see it to the place where it is. The walk to the east lower field was the walk they had been making since the first year — out of the kitchen garden, past the foxgloves, through the gate that led to the lower fields, across the path that Thomas had maintained and that Ruth had continued maintaining, the path that had been walked so many times that the grass had given way to bare earth, the earth t

On the last day before the college application portal closed, Juliette Larkin watched Colton Hayes reach for the mouse, delete the university choice they had agreed on together, and enter a completely different school. The school he picked was the one her best friend, Kelsey Tyndall, had been dreaming about for three years. Juliette's fingers went stiff over her keyboard. She could not process what she had just seen. "Colton, did you put in the wrong school? Why'd you suddenly pick Lakewood?" Colton closed the browser tab without so much as a glance her way. "It's not wrong. I'm not going to Stanmore anymore, Juliette. I'm going to Lakewood with Kelsey." "Why?" Juliette stared at him, u

It showed that the pain of a milestone searing through our flesh could not compare to the pain of losing him. The walk practice also served as a final remembrance of the individual. With each step forward to the grave, the Wolf remembered the dead one. Most spent almost hours on just one step, even some times, the funeral walk could last up to years. It was a terrible period of mourning and so the more loved the individual was, the more time his walk in would spend. As the Alpha of the Silvercrest, I had to go first but I stepped aside for my father to make the first walk in.

Their disappearance was the greatest proof that whatever had happened here wasn’t a dream. “Hmmm, so that is where he is,” Elder Sand murmured as he looked into the memories of the trapped Walkers. Weaker beings like those mindless creatures could have their memories easily seen by higher level Undead. It was nothing extraordinary. However, because they weer low grade Undead, their memories were fragment of the truth and that was why Elder Sand had gone through so much trouble to capture them all. It was only by taking each of their memories and piecing them together that he could receive the answers that he sought. In a sense, it was like fixing a jigsaw puzzle.