Buried Memories Novels & Stories

I died on my birthday, right as the candle melted into a pool of wax. I thought death would end everything, but it didn't. Somehow, I became an invisible and intangible wisp of a ghost drifting through the world. I always found myself uncontrollably drifting back to my ex-girlfriend, Audrey Hades. I watched her pull a failing company back from the brink of bankruptcy and build it all the way to a successful IPO. She transformed from a workplace novice to a rising star of the business world.

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

It felt like someone was clutching my heart when I returned to the cemetery again. Even though I was a soul, I felt suffocated with cold sweat pouring down my forehead. Even my soul form started to thin. Being buried alive was the most horrifying form of torture. The cemetery was a mess when my coffin was opened violently. There was excrement everywhere inside my coffin, and the walls were filled with scratch marks. Those marks were traces of my struggle to survive. Mona could only stand and stare at the coffin blankly due to the horrifying sight. What had she done? She could not believe what she was seeing. She had buried Sean alive for seven days! He had nothing to eat or drink, and could

"Anything about a boy named Thomas?" She closed her eyes, clearly trying to remember anything about Thomas. "I... I can’t remember any Thomas or any of those children. Not a face, or even a name. All I can remember is the feeling of not being alone." She opened her eyes, frustration simmering in the green depths. “It’s like trying to grab smoke. The harder I try, the faster it slips away.” "Remember, your memory is suppressed for some reason," I said. Whoever did that to you didn’t just erase names or faces. They buried an entire piece of your life. "Even if Thomas is telling the truth, your memories of that time would have been affected."

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world."

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

The air in the deep Roman catacombs grew thicker, laced with the scent of ancient dust, damp earth, and the suffocating, metallic tang of Julian’s fresh blood pooling on the stone floor. Arthur’s knuckles were stark white around his rifle. The phantom ache behind his eyes wasn't just intensifying; it was a violent, predatory throb, a localized seizure of buried memories clawing their way to the surface. Images flashed with rhythmic, strobe-like cruelty—a burning chapel, a little girl's vivid green eyes, the sickening crunch of snow beneath tiny boots. Memories that shouldn't exist. A past violently excised from his brain by Vance's conditioning was actively br

At the hospital, Mom woke up mute. The doctors said it was a trauma response. Her mind had shut down to protect itself, and with it, her voice. That mouth, so quick to slash me open with words before, didn’t owe me anything now. I’d stopped expecting apologies or love from it a long time ago. Some things, when they come too late, feel more like rot than redemption. ‘It’s too late, Mom. You missed your chance.’ It turned out that even this cursed house could feel less like home once the unwanted, good-for-nothing burden like me was dead.

those days, when the only thing that kept me going was an instinct to survive. I didn't want to think about the past for a long time. It had become easier to push those memories aside, bury them deep where they couldn’t reach me. But the moment I saw her, those forgotten memories came rushing back. It was like a necklace of pearls, dancing around the dove’s pure white neck. But the moment I saw her, the forgotten memories snapped into focus like pearls strung around that delicate white neck. The face of a young girl flashed in my memory… fragile and unaware of the dangers surrounding her. And that face brought everything I had buried, to the surface once again.