Memory Chest Novels & Stories

Living me confused. Until we finally leave the hospital, the man never leaves my mind. There's something about him that keeps bothering me. It's just that I don't know what that thing is. And the more I think of that thing makes me feel that I shouldn't have left that place.

“You’re coming with us?” She nodded. “Yes.” “Why?” She looked directly at me. “Because there is something you need to see.” We descended carefully. The chamber beneath the house was much older. Unlike the laboratory, there were no computers. There were shelves. Thousands of them. Every shelf contained small glass containers. Each one had a name. James picked one up. “Memories.” Elena nodded. “Stored memories.” I walked slowly between the shelves. Then I saw my name. BELLA WADE.

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

she whispered. "See, I knew you could do it," her grandmother replied. "But how?" Cadence asked. "How did I know that?" "Sweetheart, everyone's brain remembers everything. You just have to be able to access it. Yours works much more efficiently than other people's now. So, you should be able to pull memories back more quickly. " "Remarkable," she said under her breath. "It's no wonder I feel like I've known her for years..." "Hey, kid, you got a minute?"

Lord Brarthroroz chuckled. "Not at all. If you don't know, the information simply isn't there and you never had it to begin with. However, if you don't remember then it means that the information has either been stored somewhere in your mind and you need reminding of where it's stored, or... it means that it has been purposefully concealed."

A reflex action and muscle memory kicked into action. That was what was in play here. Exactly the same thing. “You said something about your past. You said you used to come here when you were little.” I stood before him, got on my toes and tapped his head gently, saying. “Your mind must have forgotten, with all that magic draining every memory from you.” “But the body remembers. It always remembers.” I ran my hand over his arms, feeling the heat radiating off him. “Your blood, veins, and heart. Those are real, and they also store memories as well.”

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

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.

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? “Why are you here all alone?”

the man in front of me ordered,I could feel the headache that was dieing beginning to rise. "Ray started it Papa!" The little girl of about three years said. "Don't just start it,it's obvious you always wanna make trouble" he said without even taking a glance at her. "You both calm down, Mama isn't feeling too strong" he said calmly. Mama?. Am I a mother? These are my kids?!Why don't I remember anything,is this my husband?. I took off the oxygen tank from my mouth,I waited for a while to take all this information in.