Memories Stories Novels & Stories

At this hour, naturally, no one was setting off fireworks. "I remember the year you slid down from there," he said, pointing to a small hillside nearby. "You were crying and screaming. I was the one who pulled you up." "You have a great memory." I laughed softly. "I don't remember that." "Is that why, the moment you returned, you planned to stay away from me?" "What did you expect?" I gave him a glance. "Should I wait around to be killed by you again?" Conrad raised an eyebrow.

“No. Most of my memories – the few I’ve had have been good except one. And that one . . . it’s out of this world. Unbelievable, if I didn’t know it was a true memory. It was so bad I stopped seeing my therapists. I don’t care to remember anything else. Truly.” “Damn, it does sound bad. Want to talk about it?” “I don’t know. It’s a bit of a long story,” Ava sipped her beer. “Hell, we got all night. I’m in no rush and you did listen to my stories at Fish Tale Tavern in town. I owe you an ear.” Ava shrugged. What the hell? ****

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

There was gradually less need to provide me with medications when I felt low. One Saturday she asked me if I was ready to go with her on a trip to visit some friends. It was a cold rainy day but we eventually arrived at her church where the friends were gathered . It was a social gathering made up of a group of people with bitter frightening experiences like I had gone through. She introduced me to the members of the group . Several members stood up to share with us experiences they went through in the past and efforts they had taken to wipe of these memories. Many of them had physical scars to show from their experiences. One cheerful pretty lady had her leg amputated as a result of he

She asked, "Can you tell me what happened again?" She didn't believe that memories could go missing out of the blue. There had to be a reason for this. Eddy was about to start talking, but Caroline stopped him. "Hang on, let me use a voice recorder." He waited for Caroline to turn on the voice recorder before recounting what had happened more than a decade ago. By the time he was done, it had been over an hour. He had added many details to jog Caroline's memory. "Okay, I'll listen to this story again after I get home. I'll see if I can get back the memories I've lost." It was clear that Caroline was done with this conversation.

The sun was shining its morning raise over the clear sky. The birds were chirping the morning songs along the fragrant wind dancing with the baby leaves of trees in the celebration of a new day. Today was mid-August 2010 when Jane Martin was preparing for her first ever class at Bardell Senior High School after she drove to Washington two weeks ago with her whole family.

Marcie My mouth drops open. He doesn’t remember anything? A whole childhood, just missing? “But you told so many stories,” I say. “Secondhand.” He shrugs. “Familiar things were supposed to help me regain my memories, so most of those first few weeks were just Mom pumping me full of stories about myself between sobbing fits.”

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."

Her brows furrowed together in surprise. There are good memories that we wanted to preserve and cherished. Those memories are the happy times and significant events in our life where we feel loved and important. There are also bad memories that we wished we never had and no matter how hard we try we just couldn't forget, but sometimes painful memories reminded us of our past mistakes and teach us a valuable lessons. It took me a while before I responded to Emann. I feel a little hesitant to tell my story, but I know that it was necessary, so I take a deep breath and release an audible sigh before I begin...