As We Go On Remember Novels & Stories

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.

𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗪𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿�

August lay back down and whispered into the dark, soft enough that maybe Ash wouldn’t hear: “…I remember you now.” But he did hear. Because Ash whispered back, without opening his eyes: “I never forgot you.”

"Subject must not remember." I whispered the words to myself, "But I remember now. And I'm not going to let them take that away from me."

Lucas said. Wait... Dinner? I checked my watch and it read 7:45pm. The day passed by so quickly I didn't realize that it was night-time. "Sure. Come along you two. Let's leave your father be." The children and I left the library and walked towards the kitchen. I was carrying Ana in my arms and Gavin was walking alongside us. The layout of the mansion was easy to memorize and I didn't have a hard time maneuvering my way through the different corridors and hallways.

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

So, she “Let’s get down.” Malachi’s voice came, and she looked at him, making a surprised-questioning sound, “hun?!” “Are we getting down here?” She asked. “Yeah.” “This is Brook’s restaurant.” She reminded him. “I know.” “It is the biggest restaurant in the city.” She worded. “Everyone knows that.” He shook his head. “Thing are very expensive here.” She said. “I know. Let’s just get down.” “Okay.”

Now I'm in a place where I will be reminded of who I was every single day. ~~~ don't forget to add to your library! ✿

Because of that Debbie was still wrong about remembering their names. "You're..." Debbie tried to remember the face of her seatmate who was very familiar but forgot the name, even though it felt on the tip of her tongue. They were in the same group at the orientation periode. "Amy." she said. "Oh yes, Amy." Debbie smiled, the memory of the incident when school orientation replayed in her mind... No―no flashback needed. If possible, Debbie wants to erase the memory of the dark incident in the closed room. Until now she feels grateful and indebted to upperclassmen who managed to save them.

"Or 'How We Remember Where We Used to Go.'" "Or even," he added, sweeping a strand of hair out of her face, "'What They Gave Us When We Were Still Learning the Way.'" She nodded once, eyes closing. "Let it belong to them."