Making Memories Of Us Novels & Stories

“It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.” “Will that help me remember?” “It might. Basically, you’ll have to meditate and try to remember anything from your parents … their faces, voices, anything. Then you focus on an unforgettable scene with them. Let it play in your mind … it will slowly expand. You see, the memories in our heads are always linked to each other. If you unlock a memory, then you can slowly unlock the others, one at a time.”

I saw a note by the bed head and I picked it and opened it. Thanks for last night! You were good in bed! I know you won't be able to recall all that happened last night but here's a memory flasher that can flash all the memories of last night for you!! Watch the CD under this note and you'll see how wild you were in bed!

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Remembering the doctor's diagnosis and how they'd doubted me when I'd first lost my memory, their expressions twisted with even more regret. "Sunny, we're your family. I'm your father, this is your mother, and this is your brother." Bobby looked so much older. His hair was completely white. He tried to remind me of past memories to bring me back into their lives. But I just smiled politely. "Sorry, I already have a mom. Whoever you are has nothing to do with me." Seeing they were about to keep talking, I stopped them. "It's fine. The past is the past. I've already received your compensation. Being strangers works just fine. Really."

"Mens mea una est cum tuba. Memoriam tuam video!" Suddenly, a blue light shot from my eyes into his, and I could see his memories. Together, we were zooming through the Space-Time Continuum through his memories, over hills and valleys, green grass and mountains, canyons and valleys, but there were no buildings anywhere in sight. Then I realized I was seeing this land long ago through his eyes before the corruption of man, before the settlers had come.

It makes me cringe visibly and have the urge to bleach my brain. Scanning through so many pretty gross scenes that involve not just Eve in a flicker of a second, but seeing and knowing what each visual replay is, because that’s part of my gift. It's like I absorb them, even in a fleeting moment, to know exactly what they are. Images so fast they seem almost like a blur, but once they have flown past my sight, I know what they contain and what happened. I can recall them in full. I’ve heard that imprinting on a mate has the same effect, and you receive a lifetime of their memories in a fleeting second.

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that I can have a deeper impression of him etched into my memory, bu

Sarah’s smile remained reassuring as she gently squeezed my hand and said, “It’s okay; the memories will come back in time. Just take it one step at a time.” I nodded, staring at her with a mixture of gratitude and relief, feeling comforted by her understanding and patience. As we continued to talk, fragments of memories began to resurface, slowly piecing together the puzzle of our past connection. She spoke about pregnancy and the challenges she faced during that time, prompting more memories to flood back into my mind.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

"Mr. Pierce, there's nothing wrong with the equipment." Brody's expression grew even darker. He waved his hand dismissively. "The particle coloring might have technical errors, but the memories are absolutely real! Play the core memories immediately." The massive dark screen slowly lit up. White light flooded out, and my soul trembled. The image showed the cramped, rundown apartment we'd rented together after graduation.