Memorize Novels & Stories

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

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."

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that I can have a deeper impression

I stared at Killian who nodded and began to explain. “Selective amnesia is a form of memory loss in which a person loses specific memories while keeping back others, and this is often related to particular events or time periods. This condition can be triggered by trauma, stress, or psychological factors, and typically, the memories lost are those associated with emotionally distressing or significant experiences.

"Subject must not remember." I whispered the words to myself, "But I remember now. And I'm not going to let them take that away from me."

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

“Some of these people will have family or friends in their pack that they would want to bring along. They’d have to go home today to tell them and then make other plans to get them out. Maybe I talk to them tomorrow?” “That sounds reasonable,” Alaric said. Thea finished her lists then dug into her lunch. “I did some research on amnesia and memory retrieval,” Misty said. “There are a lot of options and things to try if you want to, but the most effective one seems to be doing things from childhood. The deeper or older the memory, the better. Smells, sights, sounds. Involve the senses—that type of thing. So if you went swimming a lot as a child, go swimming. If you baked cakes, do that.”

"Do you really want to know how much pain I have felt back then?" Zoey nodded. "Hmm." "I blamed myself, Zoey. Like you, I kept dreaming a bad dream but it was about the morning that I had found grandpa's body lying dead inside my room. But, you know what's funny? I have a fucking photographic memory." "Photographic memory? Is that. ." "Photographic memory is the ability to recall a past scene in detail with great accuracy, just like a photograph, even days or weeks or months after you saw the object."

"I want to see our parents. How are they?" Guilt was eating me. My heart was squeezed inside as I reminisced about the hurtful past. It has been a long time without any communication with them. They live and I live. But, whatever the consequence is, if they can't forgive me this early, I could accept it. I will repeatedly ask for forgiveness until they give it to me. I won't get tired, I will pay the damage that I have cost as I know that time heals all wounds.

It just showed up and started rearranging your furniture. I shifted in my seat and pretended to be deeply invested in the in-flight safety card, which I had seen approximately a thousand times and still could not remember. Something about oxygen masks, put yours on first, even though instinct would absolutely tell you not to, and exits that were probably not where you needed them to be when panic set in. I traced the cartoon figures with my eyes like I was studying for an exam. Focus, I told myself. This is just a stranger. A mildly attractive stranger. With a child. On a plane. Entirely temporary.