Memory Chest Novels & Stories

"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."

Never did Khenealm witness such a rise of human intelligence, not so much as Hearth. Memories. The word pricked Raeya's heart like a needle. Ryder has a perfect memory, so good that he couldn't forget the bad ones. She didn't pay attention to Leison and Nique's conversation anymore. Her mind went to work without her permission. The brown horizon didn't help as its emptiness easily painted a memory that Raeya wanted to forget more than her hate towards Hearth.

he said. "No just tell me, Is it bad news?" I asked nervously. "Actually it is good news, Dr peter my friend who works at the mental institution and I did some tests on Lewis. Lewis isn't mad or crazy at all, he has a memory problem due to whatever happened to him in the past, he doesn't want to remember or he is not ready to relive it again, if you force him he might go into a panic state or become traumatized, that also explains why he becomes violent, his brain is stressed and badly affected," he answered.

The light in the central chamber hummed with a rhythm that matched the beating of my own heart. We stood before the Core Memory, the massive crystal column glowing brighter now, as if it had come fully alive the moment we accepted its truth. Data flowed constantly around us, streams of information we could almost see moving through the air, connecting to every device we carried, filling our minds and our screens with history, knowledge, and secrets that had been buried for centuries.

He heaved a long and heavy sigh and was pensive for a moment before he explained, "You have a mental illness called Alzheimer's. That's why you don't remember a lot of things. Don't you have a notebook? Where is it?" She lowered her head and looked around—what notebook?

"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.

I asked hopefully. “It means that physiologically, your brain is healing,” Adrien explained. “There’s no permanent damage from the blow at the Academy. Now, all that’s left is to wait. Your memory is like a muscle that’s suffered a severe tear; you can’t force it to lift weights right away. The memories will return when your mind feels safe enough to process them. For now, rest and a stable environment are your best medicine.” Arsel let out a sigh of relief that seemed to make the room vibrate.

the old sage said. "Why are we talking about memory card?" Prince Nalan asked. "I'm trying to make you understand the disease that befell the children. Lossing their memory is like loosing all the files in a memory card. Actually, what happens during memory loss is that all the memories of the person gets wiped out from the brain. The brain becomes totally blank and new." The old sage said.

Xander demystified. If he observed clearly, he would have noticed the fear in my eyes which I quickly hid with my usual coldness. "Okay!" I breathed. "That's not at all scary," I added with evident sarcasm. "Now, how is it going to work?" I asked. "We believe that the cerebrum stores all the memories. Only that the recent past and the present ones are much stronger than the ones for the long past which we are going to try and find then the machine will record them."

He frowned, “it’s Finn, your bestie. Damn that accident must’ve shaken up your brain a bit.” I shook my head, “I remember things just fine.” Aria looked up at him, “he doesn’t remember us.” I began to grow frustrated with these people who claimed to know me. Groans came from the other cots and two guys with brown hair both got up at almost the same time. The one with the darker hair spoke first, “looks like everyone is alright.” Aria gave him a sad smile, “Zach has amnesia.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, “you’re joking.”