Crystal Clear Memories Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

“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.

For a moment there is nothing, no ground beneath my feet, no light, no sense of up or down, only the sensation of falling through something that resists falling, thick and slow, and then all at once the world resolves itself around me and I understand I am no longer in the clearing at all. I am standing in the nursery. Not the nursery as it exists now, empty, the crib disassembled after what happened, but the nursery as it was three days ago, whole and prepared and waiting for a child who never had the chance to sleep in it. Crystal stands at the window, exactly as I remember her from the last true memory I have of her alive, and my chest seizes at the sight of her, grief and confusion tangl

The room was quiet, dark, except for the soft hum of the wind outside brushing against the window panes. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking exactly, just… fragments. I wasn’t even sure I was awake until suddenly, like lightning cracking through the fog, it hit me. A flash of memory—clear, vivid, so sharp it felt like someone had dropped a stone in still water. I shot up straight.

On New Year's Eve, my little brother begs me to play hide-and-seek with him. The moment I cover my eyes and count to 30, the "eraser" in my mind starts moving again. I stand frozen for a few seconds, then turn around, go back inside, and start watching TV. An hour later, Mom crouches down in front of me. "Sweetheart, where's your little brother?" Little brother? I blink, confused. "I don't have a little brother…" Her expression drops instantly. Leaving the New Year's Eve dinner untouched, everyone surges out into the heavy snow. But no matter how hard we search, we can't find my brother. Mom raises her hand and slaps me hard across the face. Her eyes bloodshot. "Didn't I tell yo

She tasted honey mead on her tongue, the scent of damp leaves and winter air, then shockingly the copper tang of blood before the bitter and rich taste of dark cherry wine. With a start, she realized the magic left behind was a scent memory, a small hint to the individual who cast the magic. Why would they leave her clues? She took in a deep breath and savoured the tastes of honey mead and dark cherry wine before pulling back from the magic, letting it settle back around her home. The magic was no longer connected to its wielder, they could not use it to spy on her. Instead, they left behind a scent memory for her to discover. The purpose of it, she had no idea, but it was intriguing to be s

She slammed her thumb onto the playback button. From the speaker, Winston’s voice echoed out—sounding incredibly exhausted, cold, and calculated. "Just use Natalie’s account credentials first. She won't ever actually turn her back on me."

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'."

"Because it makes you remember every memory of yours with high clarity. Like it happened just a minute ago. You remember everything. With the most clear detail possible. It's like pouring all your thoughts into a pensieve, and having them available for you to browse at any time." Leona said to the dark-skinned Auror. "Then how can it be a double-edged sword?" The reply came from Director Bones, who understood the meaning. "Shacklebolt, when she says every memory, she means it. Every memory recalled with great clarity, a thought of distance away. The good memories, the neutral memories, the bad memories, and the nightmarish memories. All remembered with clarity."