Flashback On Artinya Novels & Stories

"I don't know what that means." "Triggers are when something that's happening now, or a smell, or a taste, or a sensation that takes you back to a scary time in your life. The flashback or memory," Tag explained. "I still have a few. Even though I've been out of the military for a while now. There's no shame in them, sweetcheeks. None at all."

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

FLASHBACK I was taking a walk around the island when my feet bring me in the beach. A gorgeous white fine sand and a clear sea that glistens when the sunlight hits its surface. I decided to take a picture of it when my camera caught a girl busy painting a beautiful art of the scenery. I was mesmerized and decided to have a closer look but when I decided to zoom in to get a closer look a beautiful and mesmerizing smile from the painter caught my eye. The painter’s beauty was more mesmerizing than her painting itself.

Although the person's face was blurry, his physique was evident. “Did you dump me?” She asked her voice above whispers. Arthur was now confused. “What?” “I just had a memory flash and I saw myself crying and it seemed as if I was dumped, rejected or betrayed,” she explained. “A memory flash? What does that mean?” Arthur asked. “It means when I remember something from the past. Sometimes it comes with a sharp pain while sometimes it doesn't,” she explained and he nodded. He got up and walked to his closet, picking out something and got back to his seat. Khloe watched him curiously.

Flashback In a sudden flashback, Hazel found herself standing on the familiar ground, clad in pristine white attire. She scanned her surroundings in search of the mysterious girl from before, but she was nowhere to be found. Determined, Hazel retraced her steps, leading her to the same ominous house that had haunted her dreams. With an unsettling feeling gnawing, she pushed the slightly ajar door open and stepped inside.

(Translation: See I told you. Flashback ends

Flashback Scene: Elena stared at the art piece in front of her, her eyes traced every intricate brush stroke, she remembered every single one of it. She looked behind her, it was a slow day at the gallery, there were only a few people around. They were all too preoccupied with the “symphony of light”. She couldn’t blame them, it was a beautiful piece of art from a renowned artist.

“I need to go to the crash site.” FLASHBACK OFF

Was I ever dead? “I have flashbacks of being good at art, and yet I try now and I’m miserable,” I explain to them. “I hate all the food I used to like, and people tell me I was mean and yet I don’t feel the need to be that way.” “Interesting," Jeremy murmurs. They both scribble all this down on their notepads. Roel claims he trusts them, that they won't share this information with the public. “So you have flashbacks often?” Marie asks.

Pero ang salitang nakaukit sa punong 'to ay simbolo ng pagkakaibigan naming binuo ng nakalipas na ilang taon. *Flashback* "Paaaa. Pasan mo 'ko. Please" paglalambig ko kay Papa habang binabaybay namin ang malawak na kagubatan. Naisipan kasi nila Mama na pumunta kami sa probinsya nila. At ngayon kasama ang mga kamag-anak ko ay papunta kami sa isang ilog na nasa dulo ng gubat. "Sabihan mo muna si Papa ng Iloveyou." masayang wika ni Papa saka lumuhod sa harapan ko.