A Walking To Remember Novels & Stories

I kept walking. There was a place the Keeper told me to go next. She didn’t explain much, only that it was deep in the Hollow. She called it the Pool of Remembering. Said it would show me what I needed, not what I wanted. That didn’t comfort me. But I didn’t come here for comfort. I came to understand what was coming and how to stop it.

Nirvana escaped from home to this safe-house hidden from the buzzling headache of her apartment and memories, only to come here, take a walk and arrive at another point that embodied one of her memories—the bad ones. “Seems like today is Memory Recollection Day, how about I just chill back and let everything rush forward since my best effort to ditch it just got useless.” Nirvana said to herself as she walked further, towards that swing she had sat one when she was eight years old.

“I’m just waiting. For you to remember.” I turned already walking away. Not just because I didn’t want to hear more. But because the thought of remembering scared me

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

The stars were coming back. Not in a rush—just flickers, cautious pulses, like they were testing the air, trying to decide if it was safe to shine again. Each silver spark stitched a piece of the sky together, soft and slow, like the world was remembering how to breathe. Azriel walked at the front, quiet, steady. The Remembered followed behind him—dozens of them, maybe more, their white-lit eyes glowing like distant lanterns. They didn’t speak. They didn’t carry weapons. They didn’t need to.

I wasn't about to get myself caught in a mess I couldn't climb out of. So while he slept, I slipped out. I didn't hesitate or look back. I would just pretend that nothing had happened. But the second I stepped out, I saw a heavyset, greasy-looking man stumbling out of the next room. When he spotted me, he let out a low whistle. I looked past him into the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and Audrey was on the bed, her dress torn, completely out cold. As I recalled how she had murdered me in my past life, I just shut the door quietly and walked away.

against the planet's reset frequency. "We have to become 'Walking-Nodes'," Audrey commanded. She stood in the Spire’s central square, watching as the "Silver-Eyed" children—who seemed oddly immune to the erosion—began to paint the walls with the history of the North. "We don't just remember for ourselves; we remember for the person standing next to us. If your neighbor forgets their name, you whisper it to them until the rhythm of the words beats back the silence."

She had always known. I don't remember moving. I remember being at the edge of the hall and then I remember being in the corridor with cool air on my face and the sound of applause muffled behind me through the doors, and my heels were in my hand though I had no memory of taking them off. The marble floor was cold under my feet. I was walking very fast in no particular direction, which is the thing your body does when it needs to do something and there is nothing it can do. I turned a corner and stopped.

I couldn’t see him, until he climbed down the car. The memory tightened painfully inside my chest. My chest contacted painfully thinking those memories, and remembering him. The rain around me grew heavier. I could feel the cold breeze on my skin. My skin goosebumped, still I kept walking, going further without a destination with noone, but a sour memory which couldn't happen again. I still remembered the shock of cold water and the embarrassment that burned hotter than the rain itself. Before I could stand, Charlie was already beside me. “Are you hurt?”

All this continued till the weekends. Aiden Walked into Eva room and saw her packing, “Are you seriously going to leave me?” Aiden asked Eva, she stop and stared at him “fate didn’t leave me with much choice” Eva replied in an emotionless tone, like she has forgotten how to have emotions, then the sentence “I think I have forgotten how to feel” recalled in Aiden’s head and he couldn’t control himself, he hugged her tightly and sobbed. Has much has they both hated the idea there was nothing they could do, their was no power in their hands.