Crystal Clear Memories Novels & Stories

“I just… I want her to be happy. That’s all.” The crystal’s light faded. The memory was over. I clutched the crystal, tears streaming silently down my face.

"I can feel it. The memories... when they fade, it weakens the containment." Kaelen stared at the pulsing light. "The Un-Made fed on disconnection. On silence. But this... this forgetting... it's creating a different kind of silence. The silence of empty spaces where memories should be." "And the crystal is made of connection," Elara said, understanding dawning in her eyes. "Our bond, the city's unity... that's what holds it. But if memories fade, if stories are lost... the connection weakens." They stood in silence for a long moment, watching the irregular pulse of light in the dark crystal.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

Valerie When I next awoke, my mind was clear. It was as if the fog that had wrapped itself around my thoughts had finally lifted. I could remember everything every moment, every word, every betrayal. The haze I’d been drowning in since regaining my memory was gone, and I hated the clarity just as much as I craved it. Because with that sharp awareness came heartbreak.

he said before walking away. “What was he saying, loose her memories again, when did that happen” Nicholas brows knitted together as his jaws tightened. He has been under a lot of stress today and he wasn’t processing it well. “It’s nothing she just had amnesia when she was little“ Jacob replied. “When?” Nicholas pressed further, but they were interrupted by the nurse that came to inform them that Adrian was awake. Forgetting everything Nicholas went to the room Adrian was in but stopped in his tracks, as he held the door handle, bracing himself for whatever he was going to face as he entered.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

There was also an old writing desk with a few sketches of horses and flowers drawn in them. "Did you paint these?" I asked as I pointed at one of her paintings on the wall. Gosh. Now that I look at her image in the perspective of another person, I realized that she indeed looked so much like me, her hair just a tad bit longer than mine. "Yes. That's my wife, Amelia. I used to draw and paint her all the time when she was alive. But now I can't seem to remember her face right. The past eight months after her death have been really hard on me. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think." Lucas admitted. I didn't know he was such a good artist. I've never once seen him draw when I was keeping an

“No matter how hard you try all they remember in the end is your mistake” “I have heard this before”. I said it out loud. I repeated the sentence under my breathe trying hard to remember who said it to me. I gasped standing up so fast. The screen flew from my hand. “Liam” I whispered my voice feeble in the room. Liam said the exact phrase to me once. Liam’s face flashed before my eyes but when I tried to look into his memories everything blurred I cant even picture his face when I use my gifts only my own memory of what I remember is clear as soon as I use my gifts he blurs. “Its him” I squeaked out loud. I had to inform Ethan. As I bent down to get hold of the tablet my hand shaking a bit.

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 The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

a crystalline mind was to introduce "Dissonance." "We have to 'Sing' the 'Violet-Winter' to them, Nova," Avery commanded, her heart heavy with the irony of her mission. "We have to 'Inject' the memory of 'Loss' into their 'Crystalline-Peace.' If they don't 'Feel' the 'Friction,' the 'Lattice' won't 'Crack'."