Memo Balloons Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, letting the aroma and taste transport me to a place of comfort and joy. As I opened my eyes, I met his gaze, and a soft, embarrassed smile spread across my face, revealing my vulnerability. "Forgive my manners," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with shame and a hint of self-consciousness. "I got lost in the moment."

For the past three days, Anne has been quieter than usual in Melly's eyes. Melly knows Anne is not much of a talker but still willing to ask about Ica. Lately, the young woman who owns the store where she works seems to have lost her voice. She spends more time in the backyard, enjoying her favorite part – various pots of lilies. And the peak of it all is because Melly is starting to get annoyed with Anne's behavior in her eyes. How could Anne manage to print the wrong message on the balloon glasses they'll be sending today?

LUCAS I look at the time on my watch. 9:12 PM. Soon. The message was sent a long time ago. Three sentences, simple, dry, precise: 10 PM. Montclair Hotel. Room 408. No need for anything else. Three sentences that have become a chain around her neck. She must have jumped, smiled like a child, her heart racing. I imagine her trembling fingers caressing the screen, her lips stretching into that silly smile she thinks is secret. I already know the scene. I know how she prepares: feverish, exhilarated, convinced she is giving herself to the man of her life.

The low notes from his bass curled around the room, a gentle counterpoint to the chaos on the desk. A drawing of a stage with fireworks. Archive. A letter predicting a plane crash. Legal. A package with a bracelet and a note: Wear this and remember me. Ignore. "That’s not even my size," Celeste said, holding it up before dropping it in the ignore pile. “Do people think we get paid for memory storage?” A letter addressed to Mark asking if he was single. Celeste paused just long enough to feel amusement, then slid it into ignore with a note: For your ego. She nudged the envelope toward Mark, who groaned theatrically.

Then, after a silver firework burst in the night sky, it formed a heart shape, and a few letters appeared in the middle. ‘MLM’ Mable looked at the appearance of these letters in the night sky, puzzled. She turned to Blair. "What was that?" She had not heard that the amusement park's fireworks show included letters. "MLM—do you know what this means?" Mable asked Blair with uncertainty. Blair held Mable's hand and placed a kiss on her palm. "My love, Mabes." Mable was taken aback and looked back at the night sky. After exploding in the sky, each burst of fireworks displayed these three letters “MLM”.

I checked it, it was a message. “ Mabel it's a message " I announced, somewhat excited and worried. “ go on, check it. It's been what you've been waiting for all day" “ OK " I gulped as I clicked on the message. 😊📩📩📩📩 Dear Amelia Kurt. You have been accepted into the fashion contest 2019. Good luck. Yours sincerely The management Mabel was straining her eyes to see. “ What did it say?"

I Usain Bolted to it. Inside there is a brand-new latest model cellphone, a credit card in Omar’s name, and a small note with the same handwriting as the dress’s gift box. Don’t forget to have a good breakfast and drink plenty. PS: we don’t accept refunds. Sincerely, Omar.

Three years had gone by, and here we were, still at the starting line. I lowered my head, not expecting anything anymore. I knew Eric would go back on his word the moment Tiffany shed a tear. So, they brought me to the pack's Sacred Hall, where the statue of the Moon Goddess stood tall in the center. The flame around the altar pulsed with a cold, piercing light. The elder overseeing the ritual looked grave as he warned me, "The Memory Offering is one of the oldest forbidden rites. It burns your wolf and projects your memories for all to see.

He just stared at Drew. “It’s your first trip to LA, figured you would need something to take pictures with. Especially since you broke your other one.” Drew stopped talking, he was choking up just like he did the day Caleb left for med school. “There is a 128-gig memory card in there too. Make sure you get some pictures to show the rest of us.” Caleb stood and gave his cousin a hug.