Dead End Memories Novels & Stories

Looking at it, I smiled wryly and said with a heavy heart, "It's meaningless now. I don't mind cutting that piece of flesh away. Just go ahead with the skin graft." After what happened during the earthquake today, I'd finally realized that there was no longer a future for us. Just then, my phone rang. It was Meghan. Why was she calling me now? Did she finally remember me after settling her first love in? I secretly flashed a bitter smile. My fingertip hovered over the screen for a long time before I finally answered. "Darling, where are you? I heard the earthquake around your company was really bad. Are you okay? Why haven't you come home yet?"

Finally, this basement had been offered to us by a street thug—someone unafraid of the Porter family, someone who wouldn't take Rachel's money. But less than a day after we moved in, my body burned with unbearable pain. At first, medication helped, but soon, even that failed. During the last week of my life, I vomited blood daily; the floor was forever stained. On the final day, I vomited so much that my body went into shock. My thoughts drifted back as I watched Mom at the doorway, calling me. The phone responded with a mechanical tone: the number no longer existed. Mom frowned, opening our chat. She typed: [Cassidy, you only have yourself to blame for this. From today, I won't give you a s

"Elara, if they activate the third rod, the resonance in this room will flatline. The 'Graft' will kill you if it’s cut off mid-upload!" I couldn't move. My hands were fused to the obsidian interface, the black frequency now a roaring river of data flowing through my nervous system. "I'm seeing it, Julian," I whispered, my voice sounding metallic, multi-tonal. "The final memory... it’s not a record. It’s a keyframe."

When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital room. The moment I opened my eyes, the memories rushed back like a tidal wave. The last thing I remembered was my mother’s terrified eyes before she died. A sharp pain twisted through my chest, and my whole body trembled. Suzanna had just walked into the room. When she saw my condition, she hurried over and pressed the call button for the nurses. I grabbed her wrist and forced the words out through clenched teeth. “Where is my mom?”

“I’m taking it.” On the walk back, the first dead thing crosses her path. Male. Forties. Office shirt torn at the shoulder. One shoe missing. Blood down his tie, which feels unnecessarily formal. He shuffles from between two parked cars, head cocked, mouth working around a sound too wet to be breath. Maya stops. Not freezes. Stops. There is a difference, and she has paid for it. The dead man turns toward her. Slow. Hungry. Certain. Her body remembers dying. It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really misunderstood everything about me. Harvey's face drained of color as he seized Wanda's hand, struggling to keep his composure. "It's all a lie! It has to be! He fabricated those memories to get himself off the hook, Wanda! You can't fall for it!" Wanda remained silent, her eyes locked onto the screen. It was then that the screen suddenly went black. It wasn't over—it had been intentionally disconnected. Those in the crowd immediately erupted. "What's going on? Why did it stop?"

Lucien snapped as he smiled at me and threw a shotgun at me. It was like a shooting spree where the main character tried to not get killed by the villian and making sure to shoot the villian on their chest. It was messy but it was all going in our favor until… one of the dread walkers grabbed me by my neck and formed a barrier between us and the ongoing war. ‘So, this is the end. I won’t even have a chance to enjoy life before I die. Welp!’ I thought as I closed my eyes ready for the death to come when a memory suddenly hit me, it was like a vision cause the memory doesn’t belong to me.

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”

Her face was the only memory he remembered before slipping into oblivion. ............... End ............|| Let me know if you found any mistake. How was the chapter? ........... Aish ❣️.............

He took one last look at the sky, the sun setting on the horizon, and closed his eyes, ready to embrace his fate. As he lay there on the ground, feeling his life slowly slipping away, memories of his past began to flood his mind like a torrential rain. He saw his childhood, his parents, his friends, his first love, his adventures, all flashing before his eyes in a blur once again. He remembered the day he joined the army, the day he met the princess, the day he fell in love with her. He remembered their laughter, their conversations, their moments of joy and happiness. But now, all those memories seemed like a distant dream, as the darkness of death began to consume him.