Echoes Of Memories Novels & Stories

A wave of pure, unadulterated hatred surged through me, nearly snapping my composure. Silas’s lips moved, cold and dismissive. "Get out". My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as the crushing desperation of my past life flashed before my eyes. However, before I could react, a voice exploded inside my head. [Whoa! She’s gorgeous! Is that look on her face... Is she already head-over-heels for me? No, no, Silas, stay composed. You can't let her think you're an easy catch. Right, keep it up. Stay cold. Make her want to chase you!]

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

I doubted it would work but giving it a shot would not hurt. Positioning myself in Indian style, I focused my attention on the tick-tock of the large clock placed in the centre of the room. Concentrating began to seem more like a difficult task than I anticipated it to be. I kept on losing it to the flashes of past memories. Memories of things I would rather not say as I believe they were best left in the dark. The voices began to whisper, coming straight for me. First, they came in single words, as whispers then louder till it felt like they were screaming straight into my ears.

It is a nursery room with lots of babies peacefully sleeping. They look so cute! I continue watching them but I didn't notice that Maia is on my side now. She quietly watch the babies so I did the same thing. Minutes later from watching the babies, I suddenly felt something. My heart beating so fast that it hurts. I can't figure it out. Then later, I realize that it is a feeling when you are longing for someone. It's like whoever that person is, I want to hug and kiss him or her. I don't know for whom it is though. Probably for my family?

And I'm looking for a world in which I believe I belong. I pondered everything all night. That man's voice, his figure, everything—even though I haven't seen his face yet—I know we have a connection that even I can't explain. I tried to recall everything, but all I could see was myself walking on a blank piece of paper. And I can still hear his voice in my dreams. Flashback

I murmur, "She told me that it's her murderer's Your sister knows who murdered her " "No...she can't remember...I think it's pretty common for spirits to not remember their deaths initially. But it comes back over time..." Secretly, I think their memories come back the more their loved ones move on from their deaths… "Well," Jayden studies the pendant a moment longer, "I'll see if Aiden recognizes it. Do you mind if I take a picture of it?" I pass it to her and smile at her, "Thanks for coming out here with me, Jayden."

Deciding to set the pizza down on the table first, I picked up the remote and handed it to him. As Jonathan reached towards the remote, he unexpectedly leaned in closer. Startled, I instinctively leaned backward, causing our eyes to meet. At that moment, I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. His gaze gradually shifted towards my lips, leaving me breathless with curiosity. Just as I felt myself getting lost in the intensity of his gaze, a loud crash erupted from the kitchen, breaking the spell between us. We both turned in alarm, our hearts pounding, wondering what had just happened.

Echoes of the Past Amidst the swirling uncertainty of the present, the hero found solace in the echoes of the past. Memories, vivid and resolute, rose to the surface, reminding them of the battles they had waged and the victories they had achieved. The Enchanted Realm had weathered storms before, and the hero was determined to draw strength from those triumphs as they faced the gathering shadows.

I didn't even know such places existed until my grandparents suggested it to me three weeks ago. Why? Because my parents are gone; they and my younger sister were murdered in cold blood two months ago. I couldn't remember that terrible night; everything was blurry and confusing when I tried to remember. The killer drugged me, making me a useless witness with no memories. Not remembering didn't make it any less painful or any easier to overcome.

I knew I had to follow the pull if I was to have any chance of surviving the ache. Without hesitation, I moved along the passageway giving myself completely to the mysterious pull. I kept going despite common sense telling me I was going crazy. The passageway led to the garden Nate had taken me through on so many occasions but I kept on through a maze of high bushes and past dolphin-shaped water fountains.