Memoir Of A Novels & Stories

I knew he was talking about Damien who was still there. I went back to my bed. Minnie was not there anymore. She had gone back to her quarters that very night we were done so as not to rouse suspicion. I sat gently on the bed, pondering all what my mind had gone through this morning. First there was the thought of me having dominion over all wolves, then there was me recalling the events of my childhood were my memory completely blanked out after I caught my father and Aariv in a deep discussion about a book and a framed photo. I laid down on my pillow, closing my eyes and concentrating hard. I tried to relive that moment again but the same thing happened. I listened to the exact conversatio

"You have a good memory. I remember there's a book in this series that specifically talks about genetic testing. How come I can't find it anymore?" Miranda didn't have photographic memory, but she tended to remember key points. She remembered going through this book in the library a couple days ago. Turning to the bookshelves, she quickly swept her gaze over them. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Dr. Young, are you talking about this book?" Christine peered at the cover. "That's right, it's this one! You sure have a keen eye. I've been searching for hours, but it was right under my nose this entire time!

I sat on Rafe's bedside, staring at the old diary in my hand. "It seems that this is a note at the beginning where Rafe got memories from his previous life." I kept looking at the next line of the diary's first page. I let out a heavy sigh and looked down at the worn page. It was here, in a room filled with Rafe's memories, that I discovered an untold story. Rafe's Remarks:

--- Part III – First Session in Ashwood By first light, the village square of Ashwood held ash-streaked families—survivors, children whose parents died, grandparents who had shelves of grief but no words. A sense of dread mingled with reluctant hope. Miri stepped forward, meeting the eyes of one person at a time. “We come to listen. Share what you remember. Decide what you bring forward.” She glanced at Tulen. “We’ll record your memory, not for politics, but for legacy.”

“Start from the beginning, and leave nothing out.” I adjusted my apron and breathed. The first words were hard because they were the kind that could cut the air between people. Memory is treacherous because it is a thing you think you own until you find some stranger can read it and sell it back to you with a price tag. I began to speak, knowing that each name I gave, each detail I recalled, would change the way I would be looked at forever. I told him about the paper, about the way the girl had appeared like a small clean thing in a world of used goods. I told him about Madame Estela, about the way I had hoped to make my life easier by making someone else’s life shut. I told him about the n

Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase. I was done with his pretend amnesia act; my heart was no longer in Sebastian's grip. In a rare moment of gentleness, he looked at our wedding photo and feigned a flicker of memory. "Elena, is that us in the picture? When did we take that?" I kept my eyes on my task, packing my clothes without a glance his way, and said without a hint of warmth, "It's fake, an AI creation." That was it. I pushed him over the edge.

After a short rest, they sat down again and put their helmets back on. Mr. Wilson gently wiped away my tears and began another round of hypnosis. “Miss Lily,” he said in a calm voice, “you and Miss Emily are sisters. Tell me, what is the one thing you remember most clearly about her?” The thing I remembered most clearly? My memories began to blur, and the dream twisted into chaos. I couldn’t steady it right away because there were too many moments burned into my mind, each one sharp and impossible to forget. They surfaced in fragments, scattered and broken.

My name is Meghan Trevor and I've got a story to share. Don't tell me I messed up after reading this cause I know I did. Some will say I should have waited, but I did wait. Others would say I should have waited longer, but 8 years was long enough. Here's my story.....

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.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.