Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” I sigh. “I’d rather not say, well, not in any detail.” Luke narrows his eyes at me. “They’re not really dreams, Luke. They’re flashbacks of what happened to me. It’s like everything is happening in real-time, but it’s not exactly real.”

I tried to label it as a passing thought, dismissing it as mere imagination, but the truth whispered softly in the recesses of my consciousness—I couldn't lie to myself, not this time. The more I resisted, the more the memory expanded, filling the vast expanse of my mind. It played on a loop, like a broken record, each repetition etching the moment deeper into my soul. Doubt crept in, its icy tendrils wrapping around my heart, questioning my own perception. Was I overthinking? Was this just a figment of an overactive imagination?

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.

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A perfect life was indeed a joke. When you were on the verge of dying, science believed that you would have seven minutes of brain activity left. That was how your brain would flashback memories in a dream sequence. People went from dreaming about the future but would later find themselves visualizing the past instead. And for that, they missed what is currently in the present. It was how I precisely felt right now. It was like I had to be completely alone while traveling to a place far away here and not to the exact place I would wish to go. It wasn’t the same place where I could feel free, safe, and secured.

The one before this memory return, or the one who had apparently gone back in time? There was also the matter of the Miracle Well. It sounded silly even in his head, but the flashback was so vivid to him. The part when he wished for a second chance with Allison, when he wished that he could turn back time. Was this the work of a miracle, indeed? ‘She talked about that dream she had, too,’ Matthew remembered. ‘Could it be…?’ “Mattie?” Allison’s worried voice cut into his thoughts. “Is everything okay? You look like you’re in a daze.”