Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

End Flashback I was pulled back to the present by tapping on my leg and a shake of my shoulders. I looked around, “I’m sorry. Did I zone out again?” Lacey nodded, “You did, but this wasn’t like the others. This time I really think you were thinking about your mom.” I nodded, “I was just thinking about that time I escaped from the storage room.”

I tried to remember the exact route, so we didn’t get lost in the woods when I heard Sky scoff in my head. “Stop trying to remember,” she said. “Just see it.” I half smiled at her annoyed tone. I stopped and took a deep breath and closed my eyes and then pictured the clearing. I could see it perfectly in my mind. I knew that I wasn’t seeing the clearing right now, but in the near future. I was seeing myself getting there. I watched it backwards through my mind, watched myself taking the steps but backwards until I got back to the current time and to where I was standing now. I turned to Logan with a smile and nodded down a little path.

That was the flashback of what happened when Jirah and her boss had a misunderstanding that both kept reasons inside. Every time the man was alone in his daily routine, he remembered how he treated his assistant.He just kept imagining things and moments, resulting in his having an eagerness to see her again in his mind.

I felt invincible in a way I knew was dangerous, like if something happened, at least it would mean something. Once, I caught my reflection in a shop window, scarf loose, hair wild, eyes ringed in shadows. I looked… untethered. By Friday, the intrusive thoughts sharpened into flashbacks. The heat of the club pressing against my skin. The way my knees had given just enough for him to notice. My own voice, low and reckless, asking for things I shouldn’t have wanted. I wasn’t trying to remember them, my brain replayed them anyway, unspooling in high definition. A punishment, or maybe a test.

My throat closed. "Yes," I forced out. "Because of what your client did to me." He shrugged. "Flashbacks can be confusing, Ms. McAllister. They distort memory. Blend it with imagination. They can make someone believe things that never actually happened." Rage flared under my ribs. "You weren’t there," I said, trembling. "You didn’t watch her shoot him. I did." "Allegedly," he countered, smiling like he’d already won. I wanted to scream.

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" The question hung heavy in the air, a desperate plea for a connection, for a memory that might shed light on their past. Memories. The strange flashes, the fragmented images… were they real or just my imagination? Frustration welled up within me. "I… I don't know," I stammered, shaking my head. "There are these flashes, these images… but I can't tell if they're real or not." "Tell me what you see," he urged, his voice laced with a newfound intensity.

She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze brush against her face. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the cool breeze brushing her face. Slowly, images began to stir. The fleeting fragments of stories: laughter and grief, fear and tenderness, fragments of lives she had yet to write. One by one, they flared to life inside her mind, glowing like fireflies in the dark. For the first time that evening, her imagination felt awake. Excitement sparked within her. She opened her eyes, ready to rush back to her unit before the inspiration slipped away.

Images and noises suddenly start flashing through my mind. Oh, there is an image of us from last week when we were joking and having fun with Tommy, Shane and Dee at the university. If I remember what the elders have told me, I need to concentrate on one thought, then I should be able to zero in on the memories associated with the idea. Finn’s memories continue to flash through my mind, and I concentrate on why my baby is upset. All the happy and joyful images suddenly disappear and are quickly replaced with white walls and an exam table.

Feeling tired, I willed myself to forget everything that happened in that forest. Yet, another thought kept bugging me. The flashback I had back there took me back to when I was ten years old. I remembered being taken by surprise by those animals but why can’t I recall what killed them? The way I boiled with anger before blacking out was strange. Why don’t I have any memory of my childhood? Why did I have that flashback in that forest? Why now? After changing out of my clothes which had remnants of the forest soil and blood, I showered and cleaned the wounds on my arm and back. I couldn’t tend to the one on my back properly as much as I had the one on my arm.

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.