Awoken Mementos Novels & Stories

With trembling hands, she carefully unwraps the ribbon and peels away the paper, revealing a small, intricately carved wooden box. Inside the box, nestled on a bed of velvet, lies a collection of items: a silver bookmark engraved with her favorite quote, a miniature easel with a tiny canvas, and a delicate locket with an old photograph of them. Her breath catches in her throat as she lifts each item out, memories flooding back with each one. A note rests at the bottom of the box. She unfolds it, recognizing Alex’s handwriting immediately: “For the moments that make you who you are. - A”

unable to remember what happened in the dream I wake suddenly, my heart racing and a lingering feeling of dread. It takes me a moment before everything comes into focus. My eyes take in the ray of light coming from the small window showing that I’m still on the plane. The noise from the staff and other passengers come trickling back in. I can’t believe I fell asleep but it was my last night at home with mama before I got on the plane this morning to head to North Dakota for College.

Valentina Palermo, Sicily 2020 – summer I wake up in an unfamiliar room with a dry mouth, completely disoriented. It takes me a few seconds to realize that the cream-colored ceiling and the matching drapes don't belong to my bedroom in Russia. --- Next update will be on Monday :) Fragments of my dream come back to me as soon as I completely wake up. I try to shake them off, bury them somewhere deep in my brain where I'll never find them again. It's a new day, but the view I have of the trees doesn't look like rainy Moscow.

She had some amount of money with her hurriedly she booked the morning flight to leave town without the concern of her Father. She needed a new environment to make her forget everything she has gone through. Leaving her father won’t be easy for him but she had to move on in life and forget about whatever that has happened. The next morning when Mr. Kim was enjoying his sleep he heard his phone rang he answered “Im sorry Sir but Arielle cancelled the wedding.”.the wedding planner said . “What?”. Mr. Kim realized what Arielle was saying was not a joke she meant every word she said last night.

It was written neatly in the center of the card. "I remember when I first attended the academy. I was very angry at my parents for not sending me to a private institution but the academy ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me…mostly me, anyways. Anyways, the earpods are magically modified to help you focus better and have a further reach and better access to telepathy. They will help you tune in to one thought at a time, so you should sleep better at night," I read quietly as continued walking at slow pace. At the mention of sleep, I reached for the earpods and dropped them in the gift bag along with the charger.

"It's been like this from morning.. Small unexpected gifts.. I sat down on the edge of my bed, the sunlight from the window painting gold across the ribbons. For a brief second, my heart softened—Owen. It had to be him. He’d already sent the sunflowers this morning with a sweet note, apologizing for not being around. Maybe this was another small gesture of his sincerity. Smiling faintly, I tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside, layers of delicate white paper concealed something small and glimmering. I peeled the paper back and found a rose gold locket nestled within—a simple, elegant and...

Amelia found herself relaxing in increments, each one reluctant. She looked at the shelves instead of at him. Tiny labels marked the jars in neat handwriting. Moonmint. Ash clove. Wolfsbane. Memory salt. Truth rind. A jar near the end held what looked like dark red petals suspended in oil. The label was turned away. “Do you give tea to everyone who has a bad day?” she asked. “No.” “Just humans?” “No.” “Just people the Academy drags into your hallway?” His mouth curved again. “No.”

Then her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She reached for it expecting Priya or Dana or the ordinary Tuesday morning assembling itself around her. It was a message from an unknown number. Not the previous unknown numbers. New. There is something that belongs to you. It has been waiting for the right moment. Check your office desk. Top drawer, left side. I am sorry it took so long. She sat up. She read the message three times. She got up and dressed quickly and went to the kitchen where Dominic was making breakfast, his version that was actually a thing, eggs and herbs and the specific configuration, and she stood in the doorway and showed him the message.

[LUNA] I woke up with a heavy head, the weight of last night’s decisions crashing down on me. I need to remind myself to never drink like that again. But then the memories flooded back—was it all just a dream? I quickly checked for my medallion, my fingers grazing my neck. Nothing. Shit! It wasn’t a dream. Panic twisted in my gut as I found the medallion lying on my bed.

And when morning came, I woke with bruises on my hips and a hole in my memory. Something stayed behind. A spark. A warning. A beginning.