Novel & Cerita Anime Flashbacks

Flashback " Please * sobs* I'm not a girl. Just kill me, please!* sobs*" I begged through my sobs. " It doesn't mean that we can't have fun! Especially since there aren't enough girls here and not to mention you do look like one. Help your friends and pitch in." The Goblin Champion laughed and soon all of the goblins laughed along. Flashback end My lips trembled and my legs shook as fear took hold of me. " No... It can't be....." I whispered in disbelief. Goblin Champion that's as big as an ogre and had a huge slash wound across his chest and his..... which I had to... Tears cloud my vision as I recall the horrific things they shoved into my mouth.... ....into me

Meanwhile the lady had been living into dreams and recalling the past which flashed into her mind and played like a film, when she recalled everything which had happened previously played in her brain like a film, making Aysel realize that how did she know Ekai Enzo Enrique. [A few years ago] ꧁ From this point the whole story is a flashback, starting from the previous times when they both had met. Aysel Saat aka Kazen MacNarma is still unconscious and we do not know when she will wake up, but all the scenes from now on are playing in her mind which she is recalling. ꧂ The lady's irritated gaze was fixated on the man clad in decent clothing sitting in front of her, wearing specs he was blabbe

Just like Lazarus and Hajime, Haru and Azazel, Cedric and Asahi, Lorenzo and Leo. --END OF FLASHBACKS--

If I can get out of here, I can use those crumbs to find the answers I need. I had a flash of a woman named Cecilia. I called out to her, and I said her name as I reached out for her and see her face. She grabbed my hand and replied to me by calling out my birth name. Another flash I had and one of the most troublesome ones was when I saw Mr. Slender. He was in one of my flashbacks, and I sit here now pulling some of my hair out, wondering how that could be? How could he be in one of my flashbacks, and how was he younger? I know it was him. I have no doubts, no suspicions or misgivings. It was him, and in my flashback, I called him Nicolas. We were sitting and talking about Vectors, and he g

* Flashback * When I woke up in the morning. Karan was in deep sleep because of tiredness. I looked at his face and suddenly all my previous memories started to rush into my brain. I found it painful but not that much I couldn’t handle. I wanted to scream because of the pain, but I didn’t as I didn’t want to disturb Karan’s sleep

He turned back to meet my gaze. I winced. “She’s out but should be back soon.” “Alright. Make sure you tell her everything I just said,” he replied, packing up his things. That fragments kept popping up. “Doctor, is it possible to have flashes of an image that aren't clear or identifiable?” He turns in his tracks to meet my gaze. “Yes, of course. That's great news and obviously a miracle that you can capture flashes.” His face lit up with excitement. “It means everything is going perfectly. You will continue to have flashes that come and go. They are fragments of your lost memories gradually resurfacing,” he replied, his tone filled with joy.

he openly compelled the student to get up. “Sure, no problem,” a guy named William stood up and found another seat. Only when William was seated, he snap out of it and was confused as to how he got to the new seat. Ann’s flashbacks were coming back full force. Now that she remembered everything, she looked around at Paris. Paris gave her a smile and a wink. Ann quickly faced forward again; cheeks flushed. “I woke up in my bed this morning, but don’t remember how I got to it. The worst part of all is that I don’t remember anything. The last memory I have is of Friday night,” Ann whispered to Jessica, “and there is this strange bite mark on my inner thigh.”

I got flashes of trees and blood and pain in my mind, and I felt like I was missing something. Apparently, I was getting a flashback of the park incident. It happens rarely, but Martina explained that when my current experiences overlap with a memory that Marcus had manipulated, I get flashbacks of the true memories that his Gift was suppressing. Like…I’m looking at two holo-screens at the same time, one over the other, and they’re both playing the same scene from the same movie…but then something similar to what you’re watching happens in real life, and suddenly the other screen fizzles out and it’s showing something completely different, and you just know, that it’s fundamentally wrong som

I felt as if I'd been punched in the guts. The corrupted images that roamed my head seconds ago faded away and were replaced by something else. The memories took a different turn, replacing the bad with good, the darkness with light, the tainted with the pure. **FLASHBACKS** My eyes fell on her again when she sniffled, interrupting my Dexter's Lab cartoon. Her head over the pillow, her little body curled up and tucked on the couch. Her hand went to her face and rubbed at her eyes. Why in hell is she crying again?

Would her life with Cameroon be over even before it started? “oh, dear. You have a wild imagination. This doesn’t work the way you see it in the movies, dear. This is real. You traveled back in time, seven years exactly. There’s no way the universe would place you in a body that was still occupied.” Angie reassured her. “so why am I having flashes?” Elena queried.