Crystal Clear Memories Novels & Stories

I could smell the moss on the stones, the minerals in the water, even the lingering traces of magic that clung to the clearing like morning dew. But it wasn't only the reflection that shook me. It was the memories. They had flooded into me during the ritual, crashing through my mind like a dam breaking. Mia's laughter, bright and infectious, echoing through the halls of our childhood home. Her joy as she danced in summer rainstorms, spinning with her arms outstretched. Her wild freedom, the way she had lived every moment as if it might be her last.

After a short rest, they sat down again and put their helmets back on. Mr. Wilson gently wiped away my tears and began another round of hypnosis. “Miss Lily,” he said in a calm voice, “you and Miss Emily are sisters. Tell me, what is the one thing you remember most clearly about her?” The thing I remembered most clearly? My memories began to blur, and the dream twisted into chaos. I couldn’t steady it right away because there were too many moments burned into my mind, each one sharp and impossible to forget. They surfaced in fragments, scattered and broken.

The memory extractor amplified her voice so that everyone could hear them clearly. Then, it pulled up the image from my memory of what she meant by the “pretty decorations” and gave it a close-up on the livestream screen.

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

“ I’m sure, Amelia misses you too”. Crystal disengaged from the hug, as she stared at hazel curiously. “How do you know my mother’s name??”. Hazel gushed down nervously. “ Uhmm”. She squashed her head nervously. “I’m a witch, remember, I can see the future and past. I just looked into your memory, so that’s how I know”. Hazel smiled, managing to form a lie, hoping Crystal would buy it. .

He wanted to fall asleep but she couldn't. Pearl's mind was suddenly bombarded by a flood of memories, fragments of imagery and sound that seemed both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was like trying to grasp at smoke, the details always slipping through her fingers before she could fully register them. The images were mostly blurry and indistinct, as if she was viewing them through a glass that had been smeared with grease. She strained to recall more details, but it was as if the memories were just out of reach, taunting her with their elusive nature.

wish I hadn't gone to the party. I would change it all if I could just go back in time. It's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. I destroyed two persons that night, and there's nothing I can do to fix it. The pain they must have gone through, all because of me. I clench my jaw in frustration. The worst thing is that I can't remember every detail of that night. I can't remember touching that girl, but I woke up next to her, so that must mean I fucked her. I remember hitting that man.... but nothing else ... God dammit!!! Why does Crystal have to be so snoopy?! "I've never seen you this quiet for so long. What's wrong? Are you afraid? Has the cat got your tongue?" "Give

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.

"Dark skies are hard to leave when the sun wakes up. Because another night will be waiting to see the darkness. Every twinkle of the star gives hope. The light that the star gives is the one that gives us direction, so don't think that you have nothing direction because someone is guiding you." Tyrel smiled and looked at Haru. "T-that poem, seems like I've heard it before." "Haru, you said that to me before." Haru bowed her head at what Tyrel said. "Haru, you forgot everything, but you will never lose it in your heart. You can't even tell me the reason why you forgot your memories, I know you have a reason. Haru, when you saw Jared, were you happy?" Haru nodded and spoke softly.

My mind reeled, struggling to process the implications of these long-forgotten memories. The memories came flooding back, each one a vivid snapshot of a moment in time. I remembered lazy afternoons spent watching the sunset together, sharing laughter and stories over dinner, and playful moments of splashing in the crystal-clear waters of my lagoon. The recollections were so real, so tangible, that I felt like I was reliving them all over again. I clutched at my chest, as if trying to physically contain the onslaught of memories, each one tumbling forth like a wave crashing on the shore. Countless moments, countless memories of Haven and me, of a life I thought I'd long forgotten.