Gift Of Memories Novels & Stories

She’d be safer there but we’d be far apart. Week 42 April 18th 1999 Happy 6th birthday my love! I have the perfect gift for you. I’ll set up your future for you. You will want for nothing, I promise. And the best present I can offer you are memories. You have something I want, the ability to forget. I know it’s not a relief for you but just a reminder of how empty your life is. So I’m going to use my curse to remind you of your wonderful mother, the best big brother you could ever have and our precious Alice. She was three but she did a lot worth reminiscing in those short three years.

FAE "Lola Leah gave me a watch on my twelfth birthday. Did you know?" Jigo’s eyes widened. "What are you talking about?" "She gifted me a wristwatch on my twelfth birthday," I repeated. "I'll show it to you when we get home. It was such an expensive watch that I almost returned it. It wasn’t until two years later that I found out how much it cost. I told Daddy, but he said Lola Leah wouldn’t make a mistake in giving a gift. It was meant for me, and if I returned it, she might get upset. Then, at my Sweet Sixteen Party, she saw me wearing her gift and I remember she was so happy! She said the watch suited me perfectly, then later sent me a bracelet to accessorize it. I was so relieved that th

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

He announced and left the stage. "Thank you, dear husband," I said to him and then face the crowd. "Memories platform is a place for people with trauma, memories to come together and form new ones. The product is made for those who have low self-esteem about their skin, body, and appearance. Miss Anita, can you please come up with a sample of the product." I requested. Anita came to the stage with all her sweetness and handed over a bag containing the memories product to me. "Thank you, Anita," I said to her. She bows and left the stage.

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.

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

A lady in her 40s jogged toward the girl with a toast in her hand. “Here, eat this.” She lifts the piece of that brown bread in front of the struggling lad with her shoes. “Mom, I’m full. I have to hurry, or George will blast outside.” The 17-year-old said while tieing the lases. Her mother, commonly called Mrs. Martin by neighbors, sighed as she kept the food on the table and faced Jane. “I will be going then,” Jane spoke to the elder but got pulled in a light hug. "I hope you will like the new school. But in the end, if you feel you can't take it, just come back to us. Please never force yourself." The elder whispered in a gentle voice and slowly patted her back.

But I have to know what's inside that drawer. I run my fingertips on the pearls of the bracelet. I can still remember it so well when he gave it to me just because the forgot my birthday. Can't remember which birthday it was, but it was like an apologetic gift he bought for me. Thinking about our friendship with each other, it was really memorable and I would be lying if it is not precious to me because it is. It was like a sentiment to me but I thought about it as temporal that lasted for years. Maybe there's no way I could bring it back to the way it was then. Maybe we are just meant to move on with or without each other.

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”