Memories Story 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

She can't believe what she has done, she is sure her question must have brought back all those bad memories Vivian's mother must be trying to forget. "Of course not dear… I mean your question didn't bring back any bad memories at all…" she stopped. "Do you want to know why?" she continues and asked Anna. "Yes," Anna said why nodding her head. "Because all those memories you think are bad once are the only memories I and her father have of Vivian. So we don't consider them as bad or dark memories at all…but as the moment we spend with her and memories we have of her. Because they are the only once we do."

I can't even remember how many make-out sessions we have had in there. I was right. I found Ade seated in the library. His face was stuffed inside a book. "I just knew you would be here," I say to him. ***** °ADEMIDE MATTHEW° "I just knew you would be here." I looked up from the book I was currently reading. I knew it was Sarah's voice. I didn't want to come here at first because of the memories that I thought I had forgotten. The last time I came here, I left in tears.

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

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.”

7:40 AM — Barangay Hall Caelan sat next to Elira as a elder read a story aloud. Not an official document, not a speech—just a memory about her sister during the flood, how they gripped the roof of a tricycle as passing sardine cans went by like talismans. Part of the new series: Memory Readings. Weekly host. Open floor. The woman finished her story smiling. "I thought remembering made me trapped. But it's not a trap. It's how we make choices that remember us."

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

Saying that quite out loud "When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her mother’s room. You’re almost there. You’re almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember how much I hated reading that book, but she made me read her bed time stories. "I miss you every day Nuella" keeping aside a picture of hers, she was smiling at me that day, she looked so beautiful, she

“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? ****

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”