Good Memory Verses Novels & Stories

I won't give them what they want I told myself. Out of nowhere George lifted his hand and everyone went quiet. He got up moving slowly and carefully as if each step was a huge effort. He walked to the front of the stage right in front of me. His eyes were fixed on mine and I could see how bad he looked up close. It was clear he had been in a tough fight. His knuckles were bruised and there was a small cut near his left temple. “I have a really good memory.” George said with his voice tense. “I remember things. Sometimes I remember them too well. And I remember… this.”

Even when the pills were still covered, the people knew it was pills since they could smell the strong herb from the stage. Lark Oz removed the blanket and 8 porcelain bottles appeared in their sight. “These are the Grade 6 Memorization Enhance Pill! Yes, it is the Memorization Enhance Pill! These pills are needed especially for the Alchemists, Poison Masters, Music Masters, and more!. Memorization Enhance Pill could enhance your memory 20 or more times. Even the stupidest person could become a genius when they consume one of this.” Lark Oz explained which made the crowd shock and overjoyed.

Alfred's POV I shouldn't have allowed her to drink more wine. She has been saying gibberish for the past hour now. It was difficult for me to put her into the car without actually bursting into laughter. I understood fast memory was a tricky thing, it comes in that full form and works coherently with your body when you are unaware of what's going on. There was a very huge chance that she might not remember what she had blurted out.

Memory, do you still believe in God? - Vitaly, he always with me! - Memorable, this well-means, you not have changed! Memorable said goodbye to Vitaly and went back to his room. Memorable more and more tried on his illness. It seemed to him that it was not so bad that his world had collapsed, but now he sees the real world. Thirtieth day. You don't exist!

He stated in a low voice. Sia's eyes widened as she stared at him. 'Memories always stayed making us assured that everything was real and not an illusion!' Then maybe that's what she lacked, MEMORIES. Everyone was staring at her, who looked lost in her thoughts with her eyes wide open, “ I don't have good memories!” She uttered in a trance. She had memories with Ms Amelia but they were not good memories. Those bad memories always wanted her to believe that everything was an illusion and nothing was real or maybe she was just too focused on bad memories, ignoring the good one's.

" My mouth slowly curved into a faint smile. A single tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eye. In Claire's terrified cry, I lost consciousness. My mind drifted through pain and static. Then a white light opened somewhere deep inside my memory. It was ten years ago, a quiet afternoon in the woods behind the school.

she asked. Giggling, Danni blushed a bit. "I know, I know," she said shrugging. As evening came and supper was finally ready, Mike came back downstairs from a nice cold shower. The girls were already seated as he took his place and the food began to get served. "So, how's your memory?" Beth asked, looking hopeful. Mike shrugged, "Oh, about the same," he said, not daring to glance at Emma or Danni. "I remember stuff from a year ago, and everything recent, just not anything else."

"Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste." - Leigh Bardugo ____________________________________ Arche was walking quietly when he suddenly stopped walking due to the ringing of his phone from his pocket. He immediately took it from his pocket and when he saw who was calling, he was very happy, so he immediately answered it with a smile on his lips.

I had no memory at all. I overworked the little guys in my head by trying so darn hard to remember something, anything. Come on, stupid brain, never turning up for me when I need you. I swear I'm convinced there is a beef between my brain and I. Whenever it is time to think of something important or something useful, it goes dead but when I don't need to think of anything, boom! All the thoughts flow freely right through me, I'm a walking encyclopedia, the one who knows it all, I'm the knowledgeable chosen one.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.