A Walking To Remember Novels & Stories

Nearly. But it didn't. She was gone now. That was the harsh truth about losing someone, your mind was forever anticipating someone who was no longer there. All your memories came back to you heated for a moment, until reality tore them away once again. I readjusted the bag on my shoulder. Walking was less painful than reminiscing. So I walked. As I went further into the woods, an unsettling feeling started settling in. Not dangerous but wrong. I stopped. Silence. Complete silence.

It had never been a decision — it was simply the direction her feet took in the morning when the morning came over the ridge. She walked and felt the territory and felt the bond and felt the specific warmth of a place that had received her and that she had received. She thought about continuity. She thought about what it meant to be the living memory. She thought: she walked this road. She meant: Ivory Voss. She thought: she walked this road every morning for twenty-two years. She thought: I am walking the road she walked. She thought: the road is the same road. She thought: the walking is different.

Even he seemed affected. Nova couldn't stop staring. The forgotten people felt real. Because they had been. Just not in this reality. The First Memory finally stepped onto the road. "We must keep moving." The others followed. And immediately felt it. The pressure. The weight. Every step seemed to pull memories from their minds. Small things at first. A favorite meal. A childhood song. A forgotten conversation. The road fed on memory. Slowly. Constantly. Dangerously. The First Memory warned them.

Barack commented the obvious while watching them walking a little distant from us. I took a glance at the smiling man beside me before I intertwined our fingers. "Thank you," I uttered. I couldn't thank him more for supporting us and loving my son as if it was his. He was the understanding man that I always admired. He then tightened the grip of my hand and showed a sweet smile before we started to step our foot on the tiled floor. 'Welcome home, Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer,' I said at the back of my head. Welcome to the land where you left a lot of memories.

"Those that tormented us before, let's bury them in forgetfulness. But there's one thing I would want to keep remembering. Our beautiful past. I may no longer remember who I am but I don't want our dear memories to fade in my heart. I still want to walk on that beautiful past with you. Can you take me there again?"

It makes an individual do things they didn't know they could do. And their child. She knew he wouldn't shut them down. With new motivation, She walked out of the mall and entered her old second hand car. Once in, She fetched the small music box Mirco gave to her which calms her every time she hear the melody coming from it. She was smiling as memories of them flashbacked to her with her favorite tone in the background as they dance. Se anted to do that again. She was driving safely so they could meet Mirco. But on the road, no matter how safe you try to be, sometimes there are unexpected things that happen which you cannot fully guarantee your safety…

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

She asked the absence of no one. “No matter what, you must try first, Tasha…” She breathed again and amended her clothes. She took a step, and her leg shook. She paused again and told herself. “No matter what, you mustn’t stop walking till you get in there. Till you get in front of Talon.” She fixed her eyes on the ground and walked into the hospital fast. As she opened the door, she saw Jalyn, but she didn’t stop walking. She walked past Jalyn but Jalyn noticed her, and ran after her, calling, “hey! Tasha! Hey!”

21; A forgotten Memory. Rica. But there was one, one piece of memory she reached , a piece memory I didn't remember or even know i had, It was one of me when I was just five, I was in the woods, walking straight ahead with my hand holding a bigger hand. I had a smile on my face because I found someone, he told me he was my mate, my husband and that he would protect me forever. I didn't care that he was a stranger or that he was holder than me, I tightened my hold on his to which he reciprocated.

Mr Moretti continues to rub my back while I find my rhythm again. “He's going to kill me,” I blink through the tears, No, nobody is going to touch you. He's gone. You're okay, are you okay.” I nod, sniffing. “Thanks.” “It doesn't matter what end of the world you're in, it's unsafe to walk alone at night.” he scolds, the concern gone. “Especially in dark deserted alleys.” “I was taking a shortcut.” I sniff. “Where are you going at this hour?”