Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs Novels & Stories

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

from raising his eyebrow it turns to furrow his forehead! "I don't remember." "Is that so? you don't remember me? I'm your ex." "Ex? sorry I have memories that I don't remember."- Mary Ann "Amnesia?" luckily her mood suddenly lights up and her tone becomes approachable "Yes, they told me its Lacunar Amnesia."- Mary Ann, she plays her hair while answering "Really, how are you?" "I'm okay."- Mary Ann "Can I sit here?" "Sure."- Mary Ann

Ellen started, "but she can still remember basic stuff like how to walk, eat, dance, wash and so on, right?" "Sure sure. As you could see, in there she guessed right that I was a doctor and she could talk. Skills like that are nondeclarative. Losing memories of her identity doesn't mean she will lose learned motor skills - skills that require coordinated movement of muscles. Just like "riding a bike” is an old saying that means the learned activity is “second nature”. It is easy to remember and repeat," he further explained, "what she has right now is retrograde amnesia; it is an inability to remember past information. Occasionally, it is so severe that the person may forget their own identi

There was hope then. "Amnesia refers to a large-scale loss of memories. It is an inability to recall old memories that had happened in the past," he added in an assertive tone, trying to make them understand without hurting their sentiments more than they had already been hurt. "She does not remember you both," he said, nodding at both Uzair and Shreyaaz. He continued, "Because the past having the two of you is being blocked by certain cells in the brain to protect her." "What is the meaning of this?" Uzair asked calmly, eyes having a unique storm within. “Protect her from what? Us?” Stealing a breath, his lips seemed to quiver at the obvious answer.

I lay in bed for forty minutes running it forward. I was not naive about medicine. I understood, from the reading I had done and from the conversation I had had with myself in the hospital corridor, that retrograde amnesia was not a switch. You could not engineer a specific gap. You could not tell a brain what to retain and what to release. The process was not available to anyone standing outside it. But I was also not naive about influence.

Author's POV The air in the hospital room was heavy, filled with thick silence, the machines’ steady beeping the only sound cutting through it. The doctor’s voice carried a weight that made every word feel like a blow. “You need to be more careful,” he said slowly, his eyes flickering nervously between his notes and Vincent. “This is not something normal. She has Dissociative Amnesia.” “This… this type of amnesia,” the doctor stammered, “comes from trauma, abuse, a violent crime, a disaster. The mind blocks out pieces of memory as a defense, to protect itself. That is why she doesn’t remember some parts of her life.”

He was the only reason her sister was still in the hospital and had not been thrown out on the streets to die. “How are you doing, Mia?” he asked her like he usually did over the past year. He always made sure to know the mental health of his patient's guardian before he broke more bad news to them. Mia responded in her usual manner… a small “fine,” and would directly go into asking about her sister. “Well, she happens to have what we call selective amnesia. You see, Mia, she remembers most things from her past, but some others seem to be none existent in her memory,” he said.

"I need to talk to you." Marcus Gray was a trusted doctor who had treated the Blackwood Pack for years. He approached with a concerned expression. "What's happening, Ethan?" I explained the situation, emphasizing how ridiculous Amber's sudden "amnesia" seemed. "She's clearly faking it to get back at me. There's no way she could forget our entire relationship but remember everything about my uncle." Dr. Gray frowned. "Memory loss can be selective, especially with traumatic brain injuries. Let me examine her." We waited outside while he conducted his examination. I couldn't stop thinking about how Amber had clung to my uncle, calling him "mate." The word made my skin crawl.

He offered him a seat and when rejected, coughed lightly and handed over to him her medical file. “Mr. Gray, ” He addressed as he made his attempt to retrieve his gaze from the handsome young man. “Did she have any past traumas before that is known off?” “Yes she did. Where are you heading to and what exactly are you trying to say?” Calven impatiently grumbled still frustrated with what the medical report displayed to him. “The accident affected the hippocampus of the brain leading to retrograde amnesia, in brief she means, she lost her entire past memory including those that occurred before the onset of the amnesia ”