As We Go On Remember Novels & Stories

“memories why are you so stubborn, We can’t let you go, And to you, we can’t hold onto. Memories why do you stay, Like a ghost who has an unfinished mess, And you do nothing but lay deep down. We wait for your voice to be heard out loud, But all we get is a silence with a deafening howl…” I said out loud and I was struggling to find the next line, so I started looking at the waves. They always help. “why can we not understand the message beneath, Why do we hear just a howl? Why can we not see what you do to us, By igniting the fire every then and now.

I looked around and saw mom walking up to me. "Water". I said groggily. She gave me water with a straw. I drank all in one breath. My mouth was so dry. "Are you okay honey". Mom asked sadly. I nodded "Why am I here. What happened to me". I asked. She looked at me. "You don't remember anything". She asked. I shook my head looking at her. "What do you remember". She asked. "I remember that I felt dizzy and everything went black". I said. She nodded. That the door bursted open revealing Amy, Giann, Dad and a doctor.

Pero She wasn't still here; it was nearly time for us to reconvene, and Maera was not here. I tried to call her several times, but she kept busting the line. Even if she wasn't going to come, I wanted her to pick up the call and tell me that she wouldn't be coming; maybe it was the last thing my mind needed to finally let her go. Someone cleared their throat behind me, and I turned to find Antonio looking at me intently.

“Even if you never remember, it doesn’t matter. We can start over. We can be a family again.” I stepped back, out of their reach. “You’ve misunderstood. My memory is perfectly intact. I remember each of you. I remember everything.”

--- --- Because as long as they remained— --- --- As long as they remembered— --- --- As long as they felt— --- --- The system— --- No matter how deep— --- --- Was not complete. --- --- Not yet.

Good boy. " That's my favorite band! Your missing out on life here! " I yelled He smirked, " Whatever you say Princess. " I knew what playlist to play now. I tapped on the album " American Beauty/ American Psycho " " Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me, for centuries Just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries! " I sang along to the music. " Wow, also a good singer, any other hidden talents I have yet to discover? "

"Why?" "So we remember." "Remember?" "How it started - that no matter what it started rocky, it may get rocky, but it's good... so good." "Messy. Chaotic. Perfect. Us."

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

We were always its garden. I don’t know where the next verse will lead. But I know I will follow. Still singing. Still remembering. Still becoming. Always.

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.