Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

I remembered that I also needed to speak to dad and stop him from talking about me with Nick. I prefer being a private person and I have closed off a lot of things with good reason. I can’t relate to people because of the void I have. I always feel out of place when people share their past. I can only talk about the life I had after the accident and it’s not pleasant because it took time for me to adjust. I have tried thinking harder like what people assume and it ends up giving me a migraine. I want to remember but the pieces never fall in place. At this point, I will need a miracle to remember. *****

said Nathan under his breath. But it seemed that Daniel had heard it nonetheless. "She lost her memory?" "Yeah, but only for a few months." Nathan kicked the sand with his right shoe then regretted doing so when some of the sand dust went inside his shoe. "She had retrograde amnesia and was hospitalized. I heard she remembered everything except for her fiancé which is very odd. I thought the person you love would be the last thing you forgot about." [Read Ella's story in "Taming The Wild CEO" — available and completed only on GoodNovel]

"Well well, make yourself at home. My husband isn't in town right now, but he will return today evening. He's a heavy worker... Feel free to come over any time that you like." She turned to leave and Dawn tailed her. Avoiding my eyes. Her face was still reddened. She waited until they were in the lobby before whispering. I wouldn't have been able to hear her if I wasn't impurified. "Mum... I think he has amnesia..." "Oh, my... Did he tell you that?" "Well, he said he can't really remember many things about himself." "Oh my. What a poor boy. Well people suffering from amnesia usually recover their memories with time. Showing them familiar objects might also act like a trigger."

Then he muttered, “Yet they don’t even remember each other anymore. They don’t remember about their feelings, their loves and adorations towards each other anymore. And furthermore, their feelings and loves in the past were remarkably forbidden and absolutely outrageous. Don’t you think this is a good miracle they automatically quell those outrageous and forbidden feelings due to their amnesia?” “And what if they regain their lost memories again someday later on?” Jerome Jayden threw out his quip slightly angrily. “They’ve been under their amnesia for more than a week. That has proven their lost past memories can’t be regained again in this near future.” Victor Jaleco sounded extremely stubb

The print on the wall gave him a framework, and she spun a story around it, ignoring anomalies. At the very least, she has post-traumatic stress. That's why she confabulates and invents constructing fantastic stories to explain things that she can't remember. She does it inadvertently. Automatically. "Victoria," I say gently, "if you don't remember Monika's number, then tell me. I won't think you foolish. Everybody forgets things. People are dying, and our investigation has led us to your address." She looks at me blankly. I know the memory is there. She just can't access the information.

Joanna blushed hearing this. “ You know my father also wants to visit you, but our mom is having a hard time with her illness, so they can’t come and visit you. My mom suffers from Amnesia, and my father never let her alone.” Alena said sadly. She thought she had to explain this, so Joanna understood them. As for her brother, he wouldn’t bother to explain things like this with his straightforward personality. His attitude often creates misunderstandings, and Alena doesn’t want Joanna to misunderstand them.

I walk to the laptop and read what he was working on. "Amnesiac Mind Drug" The smallest dose causes the user to experience a severe memory loss which depending on the dosage can either be permanent or temporary. I scan down the file till I find the person who created this Drug. Anastasia Amber Knight. I close the laptop and run outside. I get into my car and drive to the hospital. My father has a lot of explaining to do. . I run up to the hospital receptionist. "Um... excuse me I'm looking for a red head woman who was in Labour and her husband has black hair"I tell the lady.

“No. Most of my memories – the few I’ve had have been good except one. And that one . . . it’s out of this world. Unbelievable, if I didn’t know it was a true memory. It was so bad I stopped seeing my therapists. I don’t care to remember anything else. Truly.” “Damn, it does sound bad. Want to talk about it?” “I don’t know. It’s a bit of a long story,” Ava sipped her beer. “Hell, we got all night. I’m in no rush and you did listen to my stories at Fish Tale Tavern in town. I owe you an ear.” Ava shrugged. What the hell? ****

Her whimper of pain, her trembling voice fighting back tears, it sounded familiar, especially that thick Boston accent. My mind spun a complete 360 trying to place her voice, but nothing came. The fog was too thick. As someone suffering from Transient Global Amnesia (TGA), triggered by acute stress and sudden sensory deprivation (total darkness), I tend to lose control over my impulses and forget everything I once knew during episodes like this. My last episode was two months ago when a sudden blackout occurred in my mansion. I ended up sleeping with some wretched maid who later tried to blackmail me with pictures, and I had her thrown into the Adriatic Sea with concrete shoes and a damn bul

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.