Memento Note Novels & Stories

It landed silently at the edge of the table. A pressed forget-me-not flower. Dry. Fragile. Perfectly preserved. Beneath it lay a tiny handwritten note almost hidden by the stem. Only five words. She always remembered what mattered.

...... I growled in pain as I saw the note attached to the fridge. "Arghhh" I screamed as I pulled my hair. I totally forgot I was going to start that stupid training. Bree I know you would have forgot about your training with your brother today that is why I'm writing this note to remind you. I left some cooked spaghetti in the fridge, heat it up together with the sauce and have that for lunch, don't forget to call your brother when you are well rested.

Grabbing a pencil, he jotted a note on the calendar blotter. Shelby made a mental note to go ahead and order more calendars for next year. He was already scribbling his notes in March, and it was not even December. It didn’t matter how many notepads or sticky pads that she bought him, he preferred to make his notes on the desk blotter. She bought him a blank blotter once but then he didn’t know where any of his notes were. Muting the desk phone, Neo pulled out a tube of lotion. “Back must be itching by now.”

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued) This can’t be real. No… This can’t be…. “SELECTIVE MEMORY ISOLATION UNDER EXTERNAL TRIGGER CONTROL” The words blurred in front of me for a few seconds. I blinked harder to clear my vision and read that phrase again, forcing those words into my mind. I went through the notes written down that phrase. My breath ragged, but I forced it to stay calm. Panic wouldn’t let me think properly, and I needed to understand these notes with a calm mind.

I could hear him breathing, a slow, rhythmic sound that transported me back to the quiet nights in my bedroom when he was recovering. ​"It looks... familiar," he whispered, almost to himself. Then, as if realizing who he was talking to, his voice snapped back to its cold, corporate frost. "Don't use unauthorized footage again. It’s a security risk. And Martin?" ​"Yes, sir?" ​"I heard Velez talking to you in the hall. Whatever he’s offering you... remember who signed your contract first." ​The line went dead. ​I stared at the phone, my mind racing. He noticed the shore. He noticed the island. And even through his arrogance and his memory loss, he was still watching me.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

"No, he said again. I sweep with mamma. Awwwwn that's okay baby. You will be sleeping with me then we can paint your room later okay?. Our food arrived and we dug in. Next we went to the phone store. Damien and Lisa both got the latest iphone 13 pro max, two sketching notepad, ipads etc.

While his eyes trace the pattern of blood drops on the floor. “What else do you expect me to do? Tonight signifies who makes it to the final show. Mira me, I automatically lost.” The telephone rings five times in a row but Leo ignores it. “Talk to me….” Alonso answers. “Mr Gomez? Would you be so kind as to put Mr Sal on, please?” A cheery feminine voice speaks from the other end of the line. “Well, he will get back to you, okay.” Alonso says keeping eye contact with Leo.

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.

I moved through small chores like a person threading beads. “Tea?” Rosalind asked when she saw me. She set a small plate on the table. “Yes,” I said. I handed her the bank memo in a sealed envelope and then changed my mind and put it back on the shelf. I could not bring myself to expose the paper to the kitchen light. We made tea and sat at the table. Rosalind stirred sugar and asked, “How did it go?” “We got a memo,” I said. “The bank has an internal note that mentions the code. It lines up with Janet’s log.”