Good Memory Verses Novels & Stories

He was glad that he was able to lighten her mood. He is mostly happy about her not being scared of him or werewolves anymore. "So tell me how it feels to be so intelligent?" "Well, we have retentive memories, so we hardly forget whatever we are being taught. Even if we try to read, just a glance at a page feels like it's been screenshotted into our head." "Oh my goodness! That's marvelous, let's exchange heads baby." Avery pouted and Gideon pulled her cheeks playfully. "Don't be silly! Don't worry, I will help your reading get easier, you're surely going to break a leg in this exam."

This also means that, whether it's today or tomorrow, or a year from now, three years later, or five years later, the phrase 'ugly thing' is still in the person's mind as it was the first time it was heard. If you hear the words 'ugly' in your head every day, then what will happen to the person who has this miraculous memory skill? Not only are they disgusted with the skills that God has given them, but they also feel much more confident about themselves than ordinary people. It can be said that Alex is still very strong when she still smiles happily and happily every day without any sadness, or at least she can still control her emotions. Lunchtime wasn't too much, so after looking at the t

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

"Memory is imperfect." "Mine is not." I leaned forward. "I can recite the weather report my wife read to me on March fourteenth. I can tell you the song Mabel hummed while cleaning my room on April second. I can quote, word for word, the bedtime story Shaznay told our unborn child three weeks before I woke up." I held his gaze. "My memory is not imperfect, Mr. Okafor. It is impeccable. Because for seven months, listening was the only thing my brain could do." Okafor retreated. "No further questions."

The green eyes stood out even though he was grumpy because of an ice cream. "I told you we only forget about bad memories that make us sad and inflict pain in our hearts. For good memories, we carry them to the future so that we can remember how beautiful life used to be.Good memories bring a smile to our faces no matter how rough things might be."Grandma explained and I nodded because her words made a lot of sense. "Like these are good memories,"I pointed at the pictures then turned my head to look at Nico who was sitting lazily on the couch.

Mom thought she had misheard. I repeated, "The wheat in my previous home is about to ripen. I want to go back to the countryside and harvest it."

When training was over for the day, I slumped against the wall, exhausted and sweaty. “Hurry along now, I need to close up shop.” She threw the nasty chocolate bar into my hand. She called it Protein Bars, I call it crap but its energy reviving benefits outweighed my disgust for it. “Exams start tomorrow and I have a lot to catch up on. Can you like teach me a spell to retain memory?” “There is a reason why we forget things, Phoebe. Retaining memory can be just as dangerous as forgetting.” “Sure. So, what’s the spell?” I pulled out my phone to record. Knowing Mama Owen, she would never repeat herself again.

I was lighting speed before, I almost thought I had a photographic memory. But now, I was barely hanging by a thread. “Jeez, Pentium 1. Even worse actually,” I mumbled. I berated myself because I had to go over a single document for the third time in the last hour just to get the gist of it. My mind just isn’t downloading the information.

“Fishes are very intelligent and goldfishes happen to be one of the smartest. They remember a lot of things.” He smiled. “You’re saying that to make me feel better..” I went silent with a little sad smile. My heart melted at his words and I instantly thought of Mr. Kennedy, running across the road at a loss of any memory except for the death of his daughter. Jared sounded empty of hope, at a point in life I’d only just come out from. I wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t realize I’d been crying. “Well at least you’re not a fruit fly. I hear their memories suck,” I shrugged with a playful smile.