Memories Story Novels & Stories

Max Memories are a strange notion. I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.

She does not know her mother but has been shown the kind of person she was through the memory pool. In the water there was a pool there they call the pool of memories. Everything that happens in the water is stored there. It is like their own library with all the memories of everyone and every event that ever took place in the water. When she was five and started asking about her mother, her father took her to the memory pool for the first time to show her memories of her mother.

[Travis’s POV] “Before I tell you what led to you losing your memories, I want to tell you a story. Please just listen to it before asking any questions, okay?” “Okay,” Marissa responded, nodded solemnly. “Tell me.” “There once was a boy. A boy who was destined for greatness, at least that is what his father said. The boy was kept locked away from the world so that he could learn to seal off his emotions and think rationally.” I began as images of my childhood began to attack me. Closing my eyes, I let the words begin to flow from me as if I wasn’t the one telling the story, but instead listening…

rummaging her brain to collect the memories of the movie she had watched some months back before coming to stay with her husband, Madeline asked. “What did he do?” Elias replied to her question with a question of his and he looked suddenly interested in the story that Madeline was telling. “I think I've forgotten.” “You should tell me what happened next. I hate hearing half stories.” “Ugh! I'm trying my best to recall the memories.” Her eyes sparked suddenly and her fingers snapped together as she exclaimed in excitement.

"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.

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.

Noah continued dusting, working his way along the shelves at the front of the store. A few minutes later, Camille returned and picked up her work alongside him. “What’s it like when you remember things?” Noah asked. Camille lifted her shoulders and let them fall. “It’s kind of like there are a million tiny boxes inside my mind, but they’re mostly locked.” She looked up at him with a reserved grin. “When I get a memory, it’s like a box decides to open, and I get a secret, an important secret that I don’t know how I lived without before.”

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

"I just wanted to protect me, I took you carefully in my arms, if that day I came with you and took you to the other side, surely I would probably be the first man to help and take you away, or at least if you were lost memories like this and can only remember your name, then the thing I have to do is retell our story even thousands of times I won't mind at all, this is something that no one would ever imagine in all the ways and ways there is of course.” I looked again at the figure of King Jackob, then I lowered my face deeply. Damn, damn! That's what always makes me even more annoyed because even up to this moment I can't remember anything at all. If there was just one memory left that I