Before I Forget His Name Novels & Stories

“His name usually slips from my mind… uhm, his name is…?” “Jacob.” He blurted out before he even realized it. He meant to give a fake name but he had made such stupid mistake. “Wait no…!” He whispered, trying to give her another name before she would call his real name for them. “Ja–Jacob! Yes, that's it.” She blurted out, accompanied by a nervous laughter. “I tend to forget people's names. I am not so good at remembering names.” She chuckled softly. “Jacob…” he muttered softly. “Hold on please,” he called out to Jacob and asked for his name.

As Ted explained, Mark finally remembered the person, Henry Hamilton. "You mean the sucker from last year's banquet? The one who wanted to match me with his daughter?" Ted's face twitched as he heard the nickname given to one of the country's most famous businessmen. He wasn't surprised that his boss didn't remember him by name, as Mark only calls people he finds impressive by their names. He could forget a random person he met a minute ago while still remembering a notable person who was dead by name and face and their work.

Since the family was short on funds, I came up with a desperate idea. I took up a seasonal job at the factory and orchestrated a workplace injury to get a payout. Jean was lost in her thoughts. After weighing her options, she gave the man Tanner’s number. “He’s gone off to college. You can reach him at this number. “Oh, he has legally changed his name. He goes by Tanner Blue now.” My chest tightened as emotions washed over me. Jean was afraid Tanner might not be comfortable going by my name after replacing me at college. Consequently, she had our names swapped early on.

"What's your name?" Harriet was wavering in her glow. I sensed her indecisiveness in the relationship that we had. "Harriet," she said at last. The name hit him like a blow. Lucius clutched himself and gasped. "That name..." Groaned and pained, his countenance passed. "Why does it hurt?" Harriet stepped closer. Because you forgot, she said to herself. "Forgot what?" he demanded, his voice rising. Her little hands stared back at her. "You forgot us."

"Why not?" "Why? Because you're a kid. Kids shouldn't know about adult medicines." "Or maybe you've forgotten the name too." "What?" This boy is just as cocky as his father, I can see that. "The name is umm... Amnesia tablets" "I hope you're not taking them anymore," He murmured solemnly. "No. I'm completely better now. Just that the effect still wears on for a few months before it's fully gone," I catch the walls of his school building coming into sight. "So sometimes, you just have to remind mummy of some things that she has forgotten, okay?"

Cora's handwriting. "Forgotten." Cora, 14, from 1922, said, "In 1922, I forgot my own name when my baby died. I called myself 'Mama who lost baby.' I forgot 'Cora.' This shell kept 'Cora' for me for 104 years. Now I give 'Cora' to you, Forgotten, because you remembered 30 names that forgot you." Forgotten took the name "Cora" and put it on the wall of her room. Not to become Cora. To remember that even Cora was forgotten once, and she built a net from forgetting.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

After five years in captivity, I finally came home. Except there was already another daughter in my place, and somehow, Mom, Dad, and my brother, Samuel Lewis, had all developed strange "conditions." When I broke my ankle and texted Dad for help, he took forever to show up. "Sorry. My eyesight's been acting up lately. I couldn't make out the location you sent me." I was allergic to seafood, but Samuel brought me seafood chowder anyway. "Sorry. You know how bad my memory is. I forgot you couldn't eat it." One winter night, I came home without my keys and spent five hours locked outside before Mom finally opened the door in the middle of the night. "My hearing problems flared up again.

I can't even imagine myself lose my memory, it brings me a chill down to my spine. We have a lot of peoples to remember in our life but forgetting all of them and live a life is really considered as hell. "I'm sorry for your loss, Harry." I gave him a small smile but he seemed surprised. Why? Does he expect me to yell at him? But what he did wrong? It's not his fault and he didn't wish one. "And-- my name is Harry John Brooks." He blurted out. Huh! Harry John Brooks. Now I get the point why he asked me about him.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?