Finding Memories Novels & Stories

Tasha opened her eyes, she sat on the bed and frowned her face, confused. "Where am I?" She scanned the room, and she was surprised to see herself in her room. "How did I end up here?" She troubled her head to recollect how she ended up in her room, but she remembered nothing. She tried to stand up, but she was too weak to stand up, and she took a deep breath. Malachi came, smiling, with a cup of tea in his hands. “You open your eyes already?”

My mother had always been bitter towards his family, so in order not to tarnish her perfectly radiant image, she publicly announced that she was disappointed in me and was going to disown me as I brought Shame to the family. Sigh. I can’t believe I remembered all of that. Wait….I remembered? My eyes widened in realization. Did I just recall a lost memory? I gasped. I remember my therapist telling me that revisiting old places or doing things I did before I lost my memories would help me regain them. I looked down at my phone and at the video clip. I remembered because my mother had done a similar video years ago. An idea suddenly popped into my head. I’m going to regain all my memories back

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

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.

He said for Aaron to nod. “ her brain condition?” He asked for Dr frank to nod. “She’s stable too, she surprisingly defeat and condition to stop her from living mr McNair and that’s a relief “ Dr frank said for Aaron to nod. “ ok. But they are somethings in her past that she still can’t recall, I don’t know if with time it will come back“ he asked for Dr frank to sigh. “If it’s not important then there’s no need to trigger the memory, probability of her recalling is very low especially if it’s something she don’t want to remember.” Dr frank said for Aaron to nod.

to the memory The past is past. She just had to memorize that everything was over, and he was just obliged to forget it. He had to try. But deep down, Martin knew he couldn't do it. His photographic memory is a two-edged sword. Every detail, sound, smell, sight, feeling...everything was still clear in his mind. Everything still recurred in his head, and every vicious scene happened over and over again; it repeatedly attacked him hundreds and thousands of times. But things are starting to get better now. Everything is getting better.

She noticed the very dress she wore days ago, a strong unpleasant emotion sent a signal to her brain making her remembered what had fully happened again. "This can't be happening" she cried as she shook under her duvet, crying. Everything had returned like it just happened, even the wound seems bare. She managed to get off her bed and grab something to wear, something comfortable and that hides every bruise she has. In the next few minutes, she was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, a tank top, and a sweater over it. Putting on a bra was never her thing, especially when she is at home, so she never bothers herself to put one on.

"Sometimes, the mind can bury memories deep within, especially if they're too painful to face consciously. It might not be a single event but a build up of stress, fear, or grief. Your mind might be trying to shield you from something you're not ready to confront. It comes even when facing a thought or idea might be too much for you. Or it could be black magic. If someone planted some blue bleorda at your bedside, or around where you lay your head at night, you could keep losing your memory. Brad took a sip of his tea, his brow furrowed in thought. "But how do I get my memories back? I don't want to live like this, feeling like a stranger in my own life. Besides, I don't think there's a plan

Marco asked again. "Well, about my memory. I want to ask if there's some kind of therapy or anything to stimulate my memory so that I can remember it clearly because so far I've only seen it as a blurry shadow and also like a dream. Is that part of my previous memory or is it just a dream?" Letta asked, making Marco fall silent.