Memory Chest Novels & Stories

The doctor requested. I wasted no time following him out. “So?” I asked the moment we got out. “The patient's test results are back. Unfortunately, the patient has developed amnesia. Her brain seems to be blocking out overwhelming memories. It's protecting itself from emotional overload….” “What?” “It's a form of psychological protection from the brain… Your wife isn't ready to recall whatever landed her here.” the doctor kept going.

"We lived in a flat near the transport lines." An uncomfortable silence fell over the room. I caught several of the attendants exchanging glances with Dr. Thorne. "Memory displacement is common after extended stasis," the elderly woman said quickly, but her voice had lost its earlier warmth. "Your mind is simply confused, mixing fragments of dreams with reality." But I could see it now—clearer than before. The cramped living space. My mother's tired smile as she packed my lunch. The way my father barely looked up from his news tablet at breakfast. These weren't the memories of a princess.

Alfred's POV I shouldn't have allowed her to drink more wine. She has been saying gibberish for the past hour now. It was difficult for me to put her into the car without actually bursting into laughter. I understood fast memory was a tricky thing, it comes in that full form and works coherently with your body when you are unaware of what's going on. There was a very huge chance that she might not remember what she had blurted out.

My mind is racing with memories of our past, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to react. #################

Carlo replied, raising his brows at the man and woman, before it moved back to Jazzy "Tell me something about your school and any good memories you have had there with your friends. Anything at all." It was that moment Jazzy could be seen struggling as if she wanted to recall the memories of a past, but nothing reached to her hands. She looked at her mother then her eyes went back to Carlo and Zac. There was a doubt which she masked confidently with her tone, "I suffer from a condition," she said, folding her arms with quite defiance. " When I am under stress, my memory filters. Details slip away. But they always come back eventually.' She exhaled, steadying herself. "Right now with everythi

"How do you remove the memories?" "The principle is that a person's brain is equivalent to a machine. We have to find the mainframe that stores these memories and delete them," Greg further explained. "How can you find those memories?" Stella asked. Greg didn't expect her to be so interested in the topic. He laughed subconsciously and said, "You indeed are a stressful person. Sometimes it's good to be less sensible." She looked out of the window and ignored him. Greg stared at her beautiful side and said, "Some things are not appropriate to discuss here. This method is not fully developed yet, it's still in the experimental stage. I'm part of the project so if you're interested, I'll take yo

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

I don't know what expression I have on my face, but I know it's scaring her. "Retro what?" I scoff. "Retrograde amnesia… clearly caused by his injury, this type of amnesia can be temporary or permanent and can possibly wipe out the part of memory that's the most stressful to them. It's common and nothing to worry abou- "Nothing to worry about?" I yell, "You've been saying that ever since we got here. But now he's facing a Metro amnesia or whatever you just fuckin called it. Stop saying it's nothing to worry about when it's literally the only thing to worry about." I scoff.

However, she isn't the direct cause of that pain. “It's been ten years since that happened. I never thought so seriously about it, and this memory never even kept ringing in my head either. So what's happening today? Why can't I shake off this bad feeling?” Amelia mumbled to herself. That incident—she was very close to forgetting it, but now, all of a sudden, she can't help but keep on thinking about it. Her chest felt all stuffy and weird, and her heart was giving her false alarms. What is this?

Nishma furrowed her brows and spoke bluntly that her words simply ruthlessly pierced Demon's heart. "I think Ms. Nishma is showing some signs of the amnestic syndrome", the doctor said and dropped a heavy bomb on everyone but the one who was affected mostly was CHASE. "Memory Loss?", Chase said and Nishma blinked severally while looking at him. They both stared at each other for a soft gasp filled the room. Chase sat there quietly. His handsome face was dark, a storm seemed to be boiling inside of him. The atmosphere turned gloomy in a second and a terrifying sense of fest looked in his head.