Memories Stories Novels & Stories

Those little moments we have every mealtime, them bickering every morning, the half-skinned potatoes, our snowball fight, them bringing out my inner child, their patience with me… They waited for me to come out of my shell… The way they always consider my comfort… They respected my boundaries… Their kindness and warmth… Tears welled up in my eyes as I sat there, still tied to the chair. I neglected my mission to get out of the ropes as I reminisce the memories I had with them. Do they have to be another memory for me? Am I losing another friend again? I can feel my lower lip wobble as I tried to prevent myself from crying. I have too many pent-up emotions that are ready to come out the minut

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

"Take your time to let it all sink in. There is no rush." "I feel bad for not remembering you..." "I know, but it's not your fault. The doctors don't know when your memories might return if they ever do, so we just got to make the best of the situation." "Like trying to get to know my husband again?" I'm given a warm smile. "We never stopped going out on dates. They might even be more exciting for you now that you hardly know anything about me. My old boring stories will be interesting again." I smile at that.

*Harley’s POV Memories are scary. They have the power to haunt you every time you close your eyes. I have my share of bad memories too. The recall starts in simple ways — like the moment in first grade when Kevin Lewinsky dropped noodles on my head, or the time in secondary school when Nina and Jesse got their first boyfriends while no one asked me out, or the time when I had to change myself completely in high school only to find out that I was a victim for stalkers to follow me home, or the day when I came home from prom with my Dad only to find out that my sister was gone forever.

A huge grin appears on my face as the memories flowed back. In the end, I found her. And she’ll be mine. If only Vivienne could see it. What an irony.

She asked and leaned back in her chair. "There's not much to talk about." Alissa dodged. “I had a lovely childhood and I have fond memories of it. My parents loved each other and we were a happy little family. Then when I was sixteen my father died, my mother couldn't stand it alone and a short time later got married again. But this man wasn't nearly as loving as my father. At some point I couldn't take it at home any longer and I ran away. ”She took a moment and Hannah looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry. But what did you do when you weren't home? You were still so young, didn't you have to go to school? "

I made Jax and I to learn strategies to engage with her, focusing on the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. I discovered that music had a profound effect on her, stirring fragments of forgotten memories buried deep within her mind. I created playlists filled with her favorite songs from different eras, hoping to unlock a door to the past. As we sat together, I held her hand, watching as her eyes lit up with a glimmer of recognition, her voice recounting stories from her youth, even if she couldn't recall their details or the people involved. She told stories of my mum, her sister and of me sometimes not knowing that I was the one.

Segundina beg for him too! One of the reason why I keep asking him to tell me the story is maybe he forgot something to tell me. Especially that his getting old and he is very emotional right now. It might affect his memories and forget the most important part. This always happens, that`s why I always tell my clients to repeat their stories every time we meet. “It all started when, Aye accidentally broke my favorite vase. It`s normal to got mad at her, but I’m furious that day because one of my business partner broke the agreement, so my anger is not usual.” That is confirmed already.

No one understood how the popular guy could fall for the misfit, but he did, although I had rejected him the entire week, once we went home I never expected to arrive at school the next Monday with him waiting, a bouquet of red roses asking me to please give him one date, one chance. I said yes, the memories came back to me and I couldn't stop all the memories and feelings coming over me. On our first date, he took me to the botanical gardens, then we had some food and after that, he took me to a cute crystal store, he had put all the effort into that date a girl could wish for. I told him I'd have to move away eventually, the real reason I had rejected him the entire week.

"Mira." His entire body shook. The emptiness vanished from his eyes. Around the chamber, other Hollows began to react. One remembered a brother. Another remembered a river. A woman recalled the smell of bread from her mother’s kitchen, while an elderly man suddenly laughed, remembering cheating at cards and being terrible at hiding it. The memories weren’t returning in order. They returned through meaning. The golden fire spread beneath the floor. Far beyond the House, the valley erupted with voices, names, and stories, Arguments, crying, laughter…Human noise.