Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

Rieka’s POV Memories of long ago slam into us quickly. The images of a time long forgotten flash through our minds like a movie playing on fastforward, the images moving through too fast for me to latch on to any of them. The blast of memories becomes too hard for Jamari to withstand and I can feel her slowly slipping away from consciousness.

It really tastes as good as it looks. "Akh!" Al suddenly winced when he felt his head throbbing and an image flashed through him. an image that Al had never seen at all--he thought--but why was his brain processing the image like that. Al looked back. Even though it was only a glimpse, he could clearly remember the image. In his imagination it happened on the sofa. where Grace and her father were making love right in front of him. "That's impossible, right?" *** Al tried all day to forget that damn image. But the stronger he wanted to forget it, the stronger the image filled his head.

If I can get out of here, I can use those crumbs to find the answers I need. I had a flash of a woman named Cecilia. I called out to her, and I said her name as I reached out for her and see her face. She grabbed my hand and replied to me by calling out my birth name. Another flash I had and one of the most troublesome ones was when I saw Mr. Slender. He was in one of my flashbacks, and I sit here now pulling some of my hair out, wondering how that could be? How could he be in one of my flashbacks, and how was he younger? I know it was him. I have no doubts, no suspicions or misgivings. It was him, and in my flashback, I called him Nicolas. We were sitting and talking about Vectors, and he g

I did it again. End of Flashback..

Aurora “Are you okay?” I didn’t fully understand what had just happened. My chest still felt tight, my breaths shaky, but my mind was racing with one thought: That was a memory. A memory of my past. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen it. It used to be a constant dream. That wasn’t surprising. The surprising part was that what had happened wasn’t a dream—it was a flashback. This was the first time something like this had happened to me.

Could he have my bracelet? Those blue eyes and smiles of that man flashed in my mind again. I shook my head to shake it off, but my brain kept replaying what happened between us. His adams apple suddenly popped into my mind. It makes me feel thirsty again. I went to the mini kitchen of my room and looked for a glass of water. I saw cold water on the countertop. I grabbed the pitcher, poured cold water into the glass, and drank it. But my treacherous brain continues to flashback what happened. It is like it suddenly played on the part where we were kissing, making me even more hot. I closed my eyes and seemed to enjoy the memory that the man gave me. I caressed my lips while my eyes were stil

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

“Kristin, you haven’t heard your mom’s voice in a while because she has been sick, but she’s starting to get better now. And guess what? I’ve asked Nina to fill in while I’m on my way to get you, so you won’t be by yourself. But you’re never by yourself, sweetheart. Your mom and I are always with you. If you get lonely, think about all those trips we’ve made together. All those wonderful places we’ve seen. Remember that time—Kristin? Baby?” She had seized up suddenly, as though a shock of energy had surged upward through her torso, forcing her chest up, her head back. Her teeth were bared, grinding fiercely. Her eyes . . . the flow of energy seemed to have infused them with life, but not of

Echoes of Regret " Adrian, do you ever flash back the way effects used to be?" Flora's voice was soft but pulsing as she spoke under her breath, her words not much louder than the steady jargon of drops on the windowpane. In the quiet of the barracks after curfew, Adrian was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his voice a tale as he started to recall a memory." I flash back that night by the swash," he said, as if speaking to a ghost." Flora, you were laughing, your eyes foamy like the moonlit water, and for a moment, the world was whole."

Yet here I am, drawn towards this woman, who I only know the tip of the iceberg, that has captivated my mind and soul. “I-i’m cumming!” My thoughts were again clouded by the image of her succulent lips opening to let out a loud, passionate moan of pleasure. This flashback jolted me, awakening waves of sensations that I shouldn't have been experiencing in the first place. I felt my heart thundering within my chest and my body heat up from the intensity of this newfound emotion.