Baca Novel Memorize Novels & Stories

incomprehensible somehow. "That's nonsense." He glared at me. "No, it is called a condition. Just memorize it and don't question it." I narrowed my sight at him but all he did was roll his eyes to the side. I started reading the thick book which humans called a dictionary that contained all words they use. Lansford said that if I memorize its content, I would be able to understand what was written on each document he would give me. But to be honest, even if I had good memorization skills, I would not be able to keep all these words in my mind if I was given only one day to read them.

I walked up the stairs and pondered for a moment. 'I should really reread the novel.' I feel like I'm forgetting something. I changed into my sleepwear and sat on my bed. 'Now how do I summon that thing again?' I remembered Nova teaching me how to summon the book and the other items he has given me but I never really paid attention since I thought I'll never need them. 'I think it goes like this?' I held my right hand out and started reciting words that I cannot understand myself.

“Why not?” “I … I can’t remember anything.” Her eyes fell to the ground. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, it’s just … she didn’t want to remember anything about it. Her dark past had been haunting her, chasing her wherever she went. She was scared. Her fear would consume her and bring back all the trauma. Her entire life she had avoided recalling every bit of memory from her parents. And she’s fine with little or nothing to remember at all. “Wait.” Estevan opened his backpack and, later on, pulled out a notepad. “I’ve read a book before—back in my country and took some notes out of it. Here,” he said, pointing at a page. “It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.”

I sigh, shaking my head and refocusing on the book in front of me. It's a mystery novel I picked out for myself earlier today and I can' t help but to spend quite a bit of time staring at the words printed in large bold letters. I can't concentrate on reading though, my mind keeps wandering back to the memories of that night. I can't stop thinking about it or replaying those images in my head over and over again. I feel a lump forming in my throat as I recall the first time we touched after so many years. How scared I was back then, scared of what would happen, what I would do.

” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me. "I told you before ." He opens his eyes. " How?" I ask between my teeth. I feel like time is running out. —Initiates the memory places of the mind, clears the fog and places photos of the specialists in fear in the center,— finally begins to speak. I composed the book to see if anyone else similar to me had seen them before. I thought I could reveal it, a work to incite... someone else's memory. They would see the cover, the indication of a memory, they would take the book, they would read it, the suffocated memories would rise to the top and then they would follow their direction towards me to find more, he clarifies almos

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

Is the code name 1712 hard to hear, or should I call the system Alux next time? "What the master says, the system will listen." In the hands of Sophia Marin suddenly appeared a novel summoned by Alux; a novel that was written by her best friend on her birthday. "Why did Alux give me the novel, I've read it all?" "The system recommends that the owner read it carefully once to fully understand the details of the quest because the person who has penetrated the book's evil villain must know the content of the novel." "Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel."

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

Cold. It was a start. Elion opened the notebook. Anomaly 94: The Voice. It returned. Briefly. Anomaly 95: The Lockpick. Mechanical memory survives even when semantic memory fails. He wrote a new hypothesis. The body remembers what the mind forgets. He closed the book. He held Cale close. And he waited for the sun to break through the clouds.

I walked in and was greeted with images and flashes that were overwhelming me, making me shake my head in panic before the place began shaking. ‘Please stop fighting me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to get back in. All you have to do is stop resisting. Open your eyes and focus.’ my younger version spoke. The voice echoed in my head over the painful sound. I remembered why this had been familiar and why I could never remember. After the accident, I had been fighting my younger self and winning because I refused to remember. That's why I always wake up drenched in my own sweat as if I was drowning. Every time she tried to speak all I heard was the noise that blocked me from allowing the