Good Memory Verses Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

I mutter, vaguely remembering someone that looked like Devon’s description “This guy wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him in the ass.” Alpha Dane snaps “He didn’t come to the house much… I dropped a list that Kyle had given me.” It was like an old memory, scratching to gain entrance in the back of my mind. Little pieces flickered through “He made a joke about me not reading it and then read it out to me.” Alpha Dane is staring at me. “Are you sure?” “My memory is bad…. It’s like, most of the good stuff is gone from when I was little and I can only remember the worst parts.” My parents blood soaked faces instantly appear in front of me.

Madam Moore was dumbfounded. "Why did you bring me back then?" Thea poured herself a glass of juice and elegantly drank it in front of Madam Moore. After finishing the juice, she put down the cup without offering to pour one for Madam Moore. Then Thea heard, "How did you take care of me back then? I'm sure you still remember, right?" Madam Moore's eyes flickered with guilt, and she nervously said, "I am getting old and have some signs of senility. I always forget things. Those things from your childhood, so long ago, I can't remember them."

“You really are hopeless! you ‘re trying to joke, right? If not, I think you should learn more or go back to elementary school.” "Haha, very funny.” Debbie just let him tease more, so they can start focusing again. “You can't divide 18 by 3. It was a serious problem you have here, huh? Don't you think so?” “It's not that–of course I know! You asked me a question, and I answered spontaneously.” As if she didn't know just how slowly Debbie's brain was processing new information, her focus also began to decline. “Really?” “Let's stop, just forget it.”

“And what are we going to derive from that? They are not going to remember anything.” “Wrong. Even when I am redirected, my body knows it is missing something, and sometimes muscle memory takes over before it leaves my mind once again.” She nodded. “Shocking.” Again she had that different expression and tone. But I continued either way, maybe she did not understand. “The mind may forget, but the body always remembers because it has picked up a pattern and mastered it.” She chuckled. “It’s really hard raising your hackles, isn’t it?” “Let’s go,” she tapped my arm. “I’m not here for your lectures.”

And closed it with a sigh. “Did you not want to read anything?” Tristan asked me puzzled. I smiled at him, feeling my lip crack a little as I did “I did.” I saw the confusion on his face and giggled “I have a photographic memory. I can recall information at any time just by looking at it. Kind of like pulling out a photograph to look at whenever you want to. I retain facts and conversations and recall them easily.” His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information.

“I’m sorry … let’s talk about something else, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories … is it true that you have a photographic memory?” He chuckled and leaned back on the sofa, “Nobody has a photographic memory, that’s a work of fiction … but I do have a very good memory, it’s not so much the images though, it’s the feeling that comes with it that’s hard to control.” “Well … try to remember the good times then, whenever you get distracted with the bad ones, you have to train your mind to recall the good ones,” she told him. He turned to look at her, “Okay … let’s try it now … let’s see … since you’re here, I’ll try to remember things about you.”

Abhi questioned with a hint of uncertainty. "An individual's IQ, general knowledge, awareness, or attention span are unaffected by isolated memory loss. Furthermore, it has no effect on identity, personality, or judgment. Amnesiacs can often read and write language, as well as pick up new abilities like riding a bike or playing the piano. Additionally, in some situations Most persons with Alzheimer's disease can still read as the disease advances into the intermediate stages of dementia, although this skill usually deteriorates with time. This varies; some persons with mid-stage dementia may still find pleasure in reading, particularly if it has been a lifelong habit" . Sashi immediately sai

Never did Khenealm witness such a rise of human intelligence, not so much as Hearth. Memories. The word pricked Raeya's heart like a needle. Ryder has a perfect memory, so good that he couldn't forget the bad ones. She didn't pay attention to Leison and Nique's conversation anymore. Her mind went to work without her permission. The brown horizon didn't help as its emptiness easily painted a memory that Raeya wanted to forget more than her hate towards Hearth.

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