Novel & Cerita Memories Stories

"Because once the memory extractor starts, the high-frequency pulses will make every bone in your body feel like it has been crushed a thousand times over. After that, you will not get another chance to explain yourself." My face went white. I thrashed against the hands holding me. "Claire, no! "You cannot extract my memories!" Claire seized my wrist, her teeth clenched. "Now you're afraid? "Too bad. "I have to get justice for Lily." Tears blurred my vision. "Claire, please listen to me. My memories cannot be shown. You will regret this." Claire laughed once, sharp and bitter. Her eyes were bloodshot when she leaned closer. "Regret?

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

"Yes, I've already arranged everything. I'm leaving in five days." Beryl Montgomery hesitated. "Can you really bear to leave this place? To leave... my brother?" I frowned. "Why wouldn't I be able to? I have no memory of your brother. Did I love him or something?" Beryl picked up my phone, opened the notes app, and handed it to me. "You loved him to death. Everything is recorded here—your entire five-year pursuit of him." I scrolled through hundreds of densely packed pages. My chest felt tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe.

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

Then placed a hand over Nova's heart. Warmth spread through her body. Gentle. Comforting. Ancient. The First Memory's voice became soft. "The stories are choosing." Nova frowned. "What does that mean?" The Last Tree erupted with light. Billions of memories illuminated the heavens. Every story. Every ending. Every dream. Every possibility. They all began flowing toward Nova. The Witnesses gasped. The Seven stared. Even Abaddon seemed surprised. The First Memory smiled through tears. "It means my time is ending."

She wondered where he could possibly be. She reached for her phone, and as her fingers brushed the screen, an Instagram story from Aveline popped up. The caption read, "Theodore still knows exactly how to make me feel better." In the video, Aveline held out her hand and pouted. "Look, I even cut my index finger while smashing those bottles."

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

All day I lay here with my thoughts, frustrated that I cannot remember anything and from all I have learned, my life was an amazing one filled with love and happiness. I see the disappointment in his eyes every time he tells me something, and I do not remember it. He tries to hide it, but I can tell it shatters him every time he tells me a story and I do not share in his excitement. But I cannot help it; no matter how much I try, I just cannot remember and it frustrates me to no end.

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

I looked down at my hand, which was still cold from my dream. "I-I'm sorry, but...all I remember is when I was young," I admitted, disappointed in myself. For the past two years, I've been frustrated by my lost memories. I only remember my childhood memories and it stopped with the memory when my parents died after that there were no memories left with me and am dissatisfied with them. Auntie Susan and Uncle Peter said they found me unconscious near a river. I had returned from the North Snow Province, drenched in my own blood and nearly dead. Auntie Susan used to be a nurse, so she knew first aid, which she used to save my life.