Making Memories Of Us Novels & Stories

"Captain Schneider, those memories have been significantly damaged and contain a lot of negative brainwaves before he died. If we retrieve it forcefully, it might…" "I said to retrieve them!" Kyra repeated loudly, and the technician did not dare to say anything more as he pressed the button with trembling hands. The screen lit up, but the image was unusually shaky. It was filled with shrill noises and looked like it was about to fall apart. It depicted a dark and cold underground garage, with me covered in wounds as I leaned against a cold pillar. Every breath I took brought along with it the scent of blood. In my hands was a USB. I clenched it in my hands as it was the last copy that held t

“What? What is it?” April showed a sly smile and leaned in as if she were about to expose a nasty secret of their government. Then, she said very slowly, “It’s also a perfect way to dig up the memories of the past that one of the people you hate will get annoyed at and frustrated at.” The MC gasped and backed away, with his hands covering his mouth. He stared at her wide eyes. “That’s—that’s perfect!” April handed him a USB flash drive with a scheming smile. “Here.”

tastes red. Note: red tastes like the memory of juice running down a child’s chin in a world that still had summers. Query: why does memory hurt Response: because it is not ours yet. Follow-up query: when will it be ours Response: when they stop saying it like a prayer and start saying it like a name. Follow-up follow-up: what if they never stop Silence: 11.7 seconds. Longest recorded. 2047-11-02 04:11:09 UTC

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

"Don't move, Felix. You're allergic to peanut butter. I need to check the ingredients." The scene stabbed through my chest like a knife, and it shredded my heart apart. Everything around me turned into a blur. Five years. Five years we were married, and this woman forgot our anniversary and my birthday. She forgot every single thing I asked her to do—as if they did not matter. Yet she remembered my allergy. My peanut butter allergy. That delighted me. Perhaps the other details she ignored proved that she did not love me at all, but at least she cared about me, no matter how minute it was.

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

"Do you really want to know how much pain I have felt back then?" Zoey nodded. "Hmm." "I blamed myself, Zoey. Like you, I kept dreaming a bad dream but it was about the morning that I had found grandpa's body lying dead inside my room. But, you know what's funny? I have a fucking photographic memory." "Photographic memory? Is that. ." "Photographic memory is the ability to recall a past scene in detail with great accuracy, just like a photograph, even days or weeks or months after you saw the object."

"Oh that's so thoughtful and good of you. Let's hope that she'll be able to find me in her memories." Because if she forget us, there's no way we will ever be free?? She's the key to us, and can only unlock us if she knew the truth. I just hope the "MEMORIES spell which I had created will work in her memory.