Memories Of Future Novels & Stories

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

He froze for a moment, "So that's how...my memory is catching people saying those messages I saw...are too broken for me to remember." He was very direct: "I can predict the future, but, I have no way of judging what is a clue." Me: "Yeah? Tell me about it." Me: "Uh...dreaming about what will happen?" Him: "That's it, it's not as specific as in the dream." Me: "How did you do that?" Him: "I spoke to the first doctor, and by the look on his face I understood that it was useless to tell him that."

Just a soft voice, a slow animation, and a final statement that promised no one would have to carry the burden of contradictory memory alone. Elina hated how soothing it felt. Then, before she had decided whether she wanted to, she opened the Memory Authority portal and searched for the old logistics delay from months earlier—the one that had shifted her view of Futurecast, the one she had been carrying like a pebble in her chest ever since. The system informed her a reconstruction could be generated within six minutes. She stared at the prompt for a long time. Then closed the window. Not because she was certain. Because she was afraid of how good the answer might feel.

At that moment, I knew I had come back to the day I first received that call from my future self. The woman on the phone, who claimed to be me from ten years in the future, warned me not to say yes when Kieran asked for the car. At first, I did not believe it. Her number looked the same as mine, but I thought someone was only playing a prank on me. But then she said things about me that no one else knew. She named every secret I ever hid. Thus, I had no choice but to believe she really was the future me. She swore that Kieran would take my BMW and hand it over to the collectors to clear his debt.

"She contains your divine life energy... remember she has the potential of being stronger than both of us combined. Let's put our trust in her." Phuture nodded. "So we continue fighting alongside The Union Army?" Phuture just wished she could remember things on her own without the help of Terrance. But perhaps she had been shot in the head, and her memories were broken like their soul. Her memories from being at home were cloudy. There were many pieces of her memory that were obviously missing. For example, Phuture approached the bible to perform her divine technique but couldn't remember how to commence the technique. Not only was Celie's memories fragmented, but Phuture's memories of her o

“If you claim your memories, does it mean that the mark will fade?” “Yes, as well as all the memories of the future the receptacle has.” Huh?” “So if you claim them, I won’t be able to remember anything.” Wasn’t it the best outcome for me? Someone could look out for me. Grandpa could. And I wouldn’t suffer what I suffered anymore. No nightmares. Nothing. “I know what you’re thinking. You want to forget your nightmare.” I nodded. “It’s normal. But in the meantime, let’s set the pillars to a future plan. Since Frederick wants all the territories, let’s make it so that he loses everything he has instead.”

Something inside me is seeking something I can’t figure out. “What gonna happen if you remember everything?” he has a point. “We can’t say, a decision is done if I remember as for now, I should focus on recovering since I don’t know what happened to me that made it lose my memory. Whatever the future brings then so be it maybe it gives me the answer I’m seeking for” the positive I bear the fastest I got what I want. “This world has a lot of kaleidoscope of bewitching backdrop sphere as you are and also mixed-blood soundlessly hang onto your hat” his voice is full of emotion as he expresses every word he uttered.

The woman confirmed and Tasha walked back to her. "I am a fortuneteller. Will you like to know what your future will look like?" The woman offered. She quickly wore a smile and confessed. "I don't have money on me." "It’s fine. It's free." The woman walked closer to her. "Okay, ma." She accepted. The woman took a stone out of the basket and placed it on Tasha's forehead. The stone blinked blue, and suddenly changed to red, and the woman opened her eyes and mouth in shock. "What?!"

I haven't stopped to pay attention to anything, but I know we're going to be fucking a lot. But I don't want to think about it yet. Hell no. It's not going to be really me, though, it's my wolf. I'm just unlucky enough to have the future memory in my head already. Of his naked body. Ugh, ew.

“W-What do you mean?” My heart ached. I wasn’t sure how to say it without scaring her even more, but I owed her honesty. “Baelor will come for her tonight, and when his plan fails, he’ll return in the future,” I said. “Something bad will happen in the future. Something that already happened here in the past,” I spoke. “And for some reason, because of that something that happened here in the past, I’ve lost some of my memories.” Mom gave me a nod. “I believe you.”