Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

I саn hаrdlу ѕее the pavement ahead оf mе Mу mіnd іѕ full оf thе раѕt. Imаgеѕ I hаvеn’t ѕееn іn уеаrѕ start to flаѕh іn frоnt оf mу еуеѕ. It’s a hоrrоr ѕhоw іn my hеаd. Every ѕесоnd іѕ wоrѕе but I just сlutсh mуѕеlf аnd run fаѕtеr.

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.

How reckless! ****End of flashback****

--- Flashback: Memories of Another Life Broken Prior to Birth A flashback occurred suddenly and violently and produced a wave of pain and discomfort similar to opening an old wound. This flashback occurred from another lifetime, one that helped shape Shylie into the person she is today, but nearly broke her. She was once again sixteen years old, trapped inside a van, feeling the chill of metal below her and pressed tightly against her eyes by the coarse material of a blindfold making it difficult for her to determine any direction. The world outside faded away to become consumed by the overwhelming darkness of fear.

I started getting flashbacks of last night. I remembered how I was all over them, kissing them one by one, and how I wanted them to serve me. I remembered how Lily was brought in, and how I refused to go with her, forcing them to serve me using my forgiveness as the price. How could I decide to forgive them just because we all had sex? Am I completely losing my mind? Why are the images of everything we did together flashing through my mind? My cheeks felt so hot, and everywhere in the room also felt uncomfortable. How can I remember scenes like that? I don't want to remember anything about this, but it's hard for me.

I саn hаrdlу ѕее the pavement ahead оf mе Mу mіnd іѕ full оf thе раѕt. Imаgеѕ I hаvеn’t ѕееn іn уеаrѕ start to flаѕh іn frоnt оf mу еуеѕ. It’s a hоrrоr ѕhоw іn my hеаd. Every ѕесоnd іѕ wоrѕе but I just сlutсh mуѕеlf аnd run fаѕtеr.

There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost picture the worry in his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?" I hesitated, the memories of the nightmare still vivid in my mind. "It was..." I sniffled, wiping my face as I sat on the edge of the tub leaning towards the toilet, and tried to breathe. "I... I had a flashback earlier. I-I didn't think anything of it, but it was... it was so much worse in the dream. I kept trying to run but I couldn't get anywhere..." I sniffled. "I couldn't..."

My finger right by the trigger, ready to fire the bullet, ready to kill him, end him, remove him from our lives like he never existed. But my mind was playing tricks on me because my eyes didn't see the monster; My eyes saw someone else. They saw that little defenseless boy. For a flash of a second, I pinched my eyes shut, not ready to face the outcome of my action, but in that second, a memory flashed in my head, the same one I am sure he just remembered. **FLASHBACK**

I feel myself drowning because of these cavities of really strong emotions affecting me and confusing me as to why I am feeling this way towards this man named Harry Scott and how he affects me too much easily. Visions. Too many of them, one after another kept playing right in front of me as my heart continues to maim. The images played like a short film in my head and there were too many special memories that I was seeing which aren’t only vivid but absolutely unmistakably clear. It was too frightening and shocking as I see them one by one. Everything played like it was on fast forward from the beginning to the end. I see one flashback after another and another and more as it makes me feel

~ CHAPTER 70~ NOTHING HOLDING ME BACK ~ NATALIA~ I didn't answer him. I didn't want to hear him. I couldn't hear him. I was so engrossed in the flashback that it was still running in my head like the wild horses and I couldn't seem to put a rein on these panic attacks that came along with the flashback. Whatever I saw in that flashback was still vivid and alive in front of my eyes. It was like I was prisoned into this.