Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

RAI Everything around me faded into black and I was sucked into a subsconcious grey space. Slowly, images began to appear in this small space of mine, bringing me more confusion. These images morphed into what seemed to be memories of my teenage years. Memories that I'd lost. Furrowing my brows, I concentrated on a certain memory which appeared rather strange. **Flashback** I was watching her from afar. The sunlight bounced off the strands of her deep brown hair and when she spun around in a gleeful dance, the corner of my lips curled upwards.

I was having flashbacks to Sebastian’s grumpy face when working with my gift. I released all emotion as Nyssandra had said, closed my eyes, and sought the bird in my mind, not with my eyes. When I could bring the images together in my mind, I froze it and rewrote him flying in from another direction. “Excellent,” said Nyssandra.

“I’ve missed you.” My knees weakened. The air felt too thin. Too sharp. “No,” I whispered. “You’re dead. You can’t—” “Dead?” it laughed. “My dear girl, you don’t kill someone like me. You evolve them.” The white floor beneath my feet flickered, then shifted into a projection — rows of metal chairs, operating tables, restraints. A memory. No — a flashback forced into the room. The shadow walked through the images, trailing its hand along a metal chair. “Do you remember the first time you heard me?”

grandma proposed. We agreed and went home. Whole day I was reading and sometimes, well most of the time, was thinking about Raf. You know, from times t times something happens that can close your eyes on bad things. That’s what happened to me. When Raf saved me from Steven and then helped me get him arrested, I forgot about his hurtful words. While reading, they were flooding back in flashbacks, reminiscent of every single detail, starting from background and finishing with his expressions. Flashbacks:

Too fragile. *End Flashback*

Liviana had always heard that flashback come at the worst times. Something happens, a loud noise that takes you back to a certain moment, or perhaps someone says a phrase that is so painfully familiar that it makes the one that replays in the back of your mind a hundred times a day so loud it’s impossible to ignore, it just keeps going, getting louder and louder until finally, you snap, and you’re ready to do anything to make it stop.

All of that was gone now, replaced by this—this defilement, this shame. My body was on the verge of orgasm, and I couldn’t stop it. I started having flashbacks—old memories of Kaid and me when we were younger. Why was I seeing this again? I don’t even remember this memory. It was as if it was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t grasp it.

Then, it makes us wonder when we stopped being that person in the photograph. You cannot make yourself have a flashback, nor will you have one unless you are emotionally ready to remember something. Once remembered, the memory can help you to face more of the truth. You can then express your pent-up feelings about the memory and continue on your path to recovery. Think of the flashback as a clue to the next piece of work. No matter how painful, try to view it as a positive indication that you are now ready and willing to remember. He saw me frowning at his comments and said, "I may have forgotten them, but I'm trying to set everything right, eh?"

At least Ashley had forgiven me for almost strangling her when I had jumped out of bed after having a night mare about Brooke strangling me. Sometimes, I got flashbacks that were so real that it affected my daily activities. Like when I was trying to cook a meal and I had a flashback of Kygo’s car exploding. I had thought the kitchen was burning, so I ran out and called the fire fighters, only for them to come over and see nothing. I was wearing a big hoodie, because it felt warm. And I was constantly getting cold each time I had to drive. Because I thought I would crash like Adonis did.