Memory Chest Novels & Stories

He whispered. Dr. Laurent smiled. Finally. Someone intelligent enough to understand. “We were preserving consciousness.” He answered softly. Everything paused. Victor looked sick again. Amara felt cold all over. No. No no no. Then memories hit her harder than before. Children crying inside white rooms. Doctors injecting strange chemicals. Machines connected to their heads. And one sentence repeating over and over: “Subject A carries the stable memory core.” Amara stumbled backward instantly. Adrian caught her immediately. “Hey.” He said softly.

Dr. Smith's eyes locked onto Sarah's, his expression empathetic. "Sarah, what Nicholas experienced is called confabulation. It's a phenomenon where the brain creates false memories or stories, often due to traumatic brain injury or other forms of brain damage." Sarah's brow furrowed, her eyes filled with concern. "So, you're saying Nicholas's memories weren't real?" Dr. Smith nodded. "Exactly. When Nicholas suffered the accident, his brain's ability to process and store memories was affected. As a result, his brain started to fill in gaps in his memory with fictional information, creating false narratives that he believed to be true."

Jessica nodded knowingly, indicating that she understood. She paused, put on her customary smile, and made a reasonable suggestion. "I've seen it on TV and in novels. Usually, when the male lead has a car accident and loses his memory, it's because of a blood clot in the brain. Then, someone hits him, and inexplicably, his memory is restored. Mr. Marcus, how about you go out and find someone to hit you on the head with a steel pipe? It might help disperse the blood clot and restore your memory!"

“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.

"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."

His heart leapt, watching her fight to free her mind and her wandering thoughts. "I will try to rummage through your brain and I want you to try and block me by storing your memories away." Emma's eyes popped wide open, glaring at him with incredulity "Are you nuts? Bonkers! That's what you are! How am I supposed to know where in my feeble brain to store my bleeping memories?" "Such fierceness! If you calm yourself, you will sense it. It's part of our Schatten traits. Close your eyes and seek it."

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.

she smiles at me. "Do you think someone can be incapable of loving?" "No," she chuckles, her gentle laughter echoing through the bedroom. "No?" I repeat her with a tilted head. "Man is the only kind on this Earth that can have this improved brain. We think, move, breathe, sleep... feel. Because of the brain. And the brain has the ability to store and remember lots of information, including memories. The brain is something truly unique. It can delete pieces of information that it considers as less important. But memories that left stronger feelings in you can be stored in the memory for long. Really long. That's why your grandma might remember in perfect detail the first time she saw your gra

I took a deep breath. "What? Can someone say something?" I demanded. I gave the doctor a sharp look. "Miss Harris, you are suffering from memory loss; I don't know if it's temporary or not, we have the results of your MRI too, it showed that you have a hemorrhage near the left side of the brain that affects the memory loss as well, it some point your head got injured." The doctor's words were like sharp knives aimed at me.

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.