Memento Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

It was the kind of sound that makes your body move before your brain catches up. He was on the ground by the dumpster. Black suit. White shirt. Both ruined. The shirt was open, soaked through. Too dark to be water. Too much to be anything but blood. He was still alive. His chest moved. Barely. Then I saw the tattoo. _Memento mori_ across his ribs in black script. Remember you die. Under it, fresh blood. The wound was right under the letters. Like someone had punctuation to make.

It's sort of a déjà presenti feeling with a hint of that really beloved memory game; which is coincidentally what she was playing that time. “Jameson tantrummed, and Margaret had a really bad case of amnesia.” Bright started to connect the dots. “Exactly!” August started to find the picture of Voss around the time after Jameson’s death. Bright looked intently, “I still don’t see the connection of it all, sir.” August got dumbfounded and started to feel discouraged. Maybe it was a shot in the dark after all. Maybe Jameson’s death, and now Voss’, might not be even something a fly would spend time on.

I replied with all the honestly I could possibly gather. The moment Aaron left, I went back to my laptop and pulled up the arms deal record again. My eyes skimmed over the transaction details, searching for something—anything—that would confirm my suspicion. Then I saw it. A small note, buried in the encryption. A single Latin phrase. “Nihil moritur.” Nothing dies. Blood rushed to my head. My hands shook. Because there was only one person who ever used that phrase. And his name was Cross.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

“While it’s happening here, it’s also happening there, I guess? Hindi ‘yon déjà vu na nangyari na sa akin noon, na naulit lang noong gabing ‘yon. I don’t know if it’s the past lives or the parallel universe that you’re saying, but there is definitely something else.” Nag-iwas siya ng tingin, dahilan para mapakunot ako ng noo. “Sav?” I called her. She looked at me with her slightly wet eyes. “Who did you see in that few seconds of mystery?” And that’s when I realized, I probably did something wrong in telling her that. There is one detail that made me realize that I forgot about, and it’s exactly what she’s asking from me. “Sino?”

Three days ago was the day the drug dealers took me away. Looking at Zack's distant expression, I suddenly remembered how, at Mom's funeral, he'd tearfully asked me to drop dead. Would he be happy to know that I was dead now? I quietly stayed by his side, watching as he methodically cleaned up the autopsy table. Everyone started returning one by one. Zack's assistant soon walked in with a document in hand. "Are the results ready?" he asked, looking at the assistant. The assistant nodded, his expression turning grim. "I ran a DNA comparison at the police database. The victim is…"

One of the books on Jeniece’s shelf tumbled to the ground. "Let me get that," Dominic said, hurrying to pick it up. But as he bent down, his eyes locked onto the open page. "Wait..." he murmured, his hand hovering above the book. There, sketched in faded ink, was a large circle with four smaller circles surrounding it, each marked with a strange rune. "What is this?" Dominic asked, his voice low as he carefully lifted the book, showing us the page. Something was written above the symbol in delicate yet decaying ink. Dominic squinted as he read it aloud: "Memento Oblitus."

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.