Memories Of Future Novels & Stories

"Can you fabricate memories that aren't true? For instance, can you conjure a vision of the future and make it appear real to me?" She shook her head, her expression sombre. "The art of memory conjuration is bound by the recipient's beliefs. The only way anyone can conjure a memory and show you is if you are already convinced about that particular thing they wanted you to see. This is commonly possible with memories of the past; future memories are far more elusive and rarer." I nodded again. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Your Highness. May I inquire why you ask?" "It's nothing specific," I replied, masking my turbulent thoughts with a dismissive wave. "Just... curious."

So, what can you do? "My enhancement name is Memories... I think that's self-explanatory." "Wait... last time I used you, I was seeing the future, and you told me you'd show tomorrow? How is that related to memories?" "I was only trying to show the memories of your future self. I concluded it was the most befitting choice." "Woah... That's convenient, but can I use 'memories' on others?" "Yes, but you have to touch their foreheads."

And right here,It was the beginning of another life for me. Hey guys!!! So.... here we have it. It is a whole new twist for Ethan and Nuella. Do you think Ethan would ever walk again? Will fate bring back the things Ethan wants back. Let's all find out in this amazing journey of "Memories". See y'all in the next chapter 😉 Thanks for reading Xoxo Dim Leon 😘😘

All we do is get a job, get paid, buy a few miscellaneous things that will just be left behind when we die, by the end of it. If we are lucky, we have offspring which do the exact same thing, just differently. What about when you get old? Despite all you did during your life we all meet the same end and everything exists only in memory. Life is one big memory. Right now is a memory. The past you must reminisce. The future we visualise, but the present, the here and now, is just a fleeting memory. It goes by too quick for you to grab it and squeeze the life out of it.

And I don’t even know if they’re involved yet. ‘Can’t you recall anything useful?’ Ezra asks, a nudge more than a question. I frown and push at the fog. ‘My memories are useless right now,’ I admit. ‘Everything I know happens so far out in the future.’ I let out a breath. ‘If that’s the case, how about you look for something wrong in this timeline instead of trying to convict them based on the past… well, a future that has not happened.’ he suggests. ‘Watch for things that don’t fit.’

And suddenly, visions appeared. Everywhere. The group found themselves surrounded by images. Cities. Kingdoms. Lives. Future possibilities. Countless futures. Countless destinies. All floating around them like stars. Then the darkness touched one. The future vanished. Gone. Erased. Not destroyed. Never existed. The horror hit instantly. The First Memory had told the truth. This thing consumed possibilities. Entire futures. Entire destinies. Entire lives that might have been. The voice echoed again.

There was a connection between her and Killian, one that transcended the present moment and reached into a future that was yet to unfold. But as she contemplated the implications of those memories, doubts crept into her mind. What did they mean for her journey of self-discovery? Were these visions a sign of a destined path, or were they warning her of potential harm? And most importantly, could she trust Killian, the person entwined with her in those unsettling glimpses of the future?

“D’you know what that future has in store for us?” A frown drew Kleint’s face. “Come on, Z! You’ve already asked me twice already.” She merely chuckled. “But you never gave me an answer.” “The future, Z, can be made. It is the series to which the consequences of our decisions aggregate. It doesn’t do well to think about it and forget to live in the present.” “Why so grumpy?” “I’m not.” Kleint pouted. “It’s just that I know half of what you’re thinking all the time.”

"Anthony, do you think I’m some pathetic woman? After everything you did to me, why would I go back and live happily with you?" He scrambled to retrieve the box, his movements frantic. "Everything can go back to the way it used to be. I’ll give you back the corneas, Nina, and everything will go back to the way it used to be." It sounded like he was saying it to me. But even more, it felt like he was saying it to convince himself.

"The 'Ink' is stripping the depth out of the sub-space! Kael, if we don't find a 'High-Resonance' anchor, we’re going to be flattened into a two-dimensional sketch!" ​Kael stood at the center of the bridge, his feet braced against the shifting deck. Beside him, Nora sat on the floor, her eyes wide and clouded with the silver-mist of the "Future-Memory" she had just inherited. She wasn't seeing the bridge; she was seeing the Nebula of the Drafts.