Memory Chest Novels & Stories

He turned toward her. “When imbalance reaches threshold, reality shifts.” “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” Silence. “You remember dying.” Her throat tightened. “Yes.” “You remember correcting.” “Yes.” “And you believe that makes you unique.” A pause. “It doesn’t.” Her heart pounded. “How many?” He tilted his head slightly. “How many what?” “How many cycles?” A soft exhale. “This isn’t the second.” The world narrowed. “How many?” “Enough.” Fragmented Memory Explained “Memory retention,” he continued calmly, “is a side effect.”

Moss added. Blanche went silent, she felt like she was defeated even before the war started. Moss explained the data of the microchip, it shows how Hent struggle to fight back when the organization was taking her memory, she’s saying Blanche’s name, she’s trying not to forget. But she forget. She’s a robot. “Are you going to tell her how you two fought?” That memory was also deleted, she’s starting anew but the way she recognized Blanche when someone’s trying to harm her proved that robots also had secret memories that can’t be deleted. Like memory that cannot be forgotten.

My chest tightened as a strange pressure built within me, rising from somewhere I could not reach, somewhere I had long lost or forgotten. My bones shifted. A sharp, grinding sensation thrummed beneath my skin. Not fully. Not enough to show. But enough to feel. Enough to know. My jaw clenched hard. A surge, not of power alone, but of something else. Memory. Fragments. Broken pieces forcing their way into my mind like they had every right to be there. Like they belonged.

I snapped, “Or you might as well resign from your post now.” He shut his mouth instantly, his shoulders stiffening. Good. It was easier to get their attention when I was cold and aggressive. “She remembered me earlier today. What went wrong?” I kept my gaze on the top of his head. A smirk touched thecorner of my lips as he gulped. “The brain sometimes suppresses memories surrounding trauma,” he stated, his eyes stuck on the ground. “It could be five, ten years back. She remembers her early life and the people in it.”

A construction. 🌙 The First Glitch Suddenly— A memory appeared inside his mind. 🌙 His seventh birthday. A chocolate cake. His mother smiling. Ayesha laughing. Candles glowing. 🎂 A normal memory. A happy memory. ❤️ Then something strange happened. The memory paused. Like a broken video. 📼 The people stopped moving. The flames froze. The smiles disappeared. 💀 And for one horrifying second… Every person in the memory turned toward him.

Zach, do you think I'm going crazy? At that moment, Zach's voice rang out, "If you're that miserable, then you should move out."

A strange heaviness settled inside my chest. Ever since my conversation with Derek, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my missing memories. Because now that I actually focused on it, I knew that it truly wasn’t normal. I remembered nothing before age nine. Nothing. No blurry images or distant feelings. Just blankness. My oldest memory was my mother bringing me to Mike. Everything before that was darkness. At the time, I had never questioned it. Children forget things, right? That was what I assumed. But Derek had looked genuinely disturbed when I told him. And now even Mia seemed unsettled by it. So what exactly had happened to me? I had to find out…

My chest heaves with every ragged breath like it's going to implode. Dr. Martin flinches and I notice the beads of sweat forming on his brow. He clears his throat nervously and adjusts his thick-rimmed glasses. “Of course, of course, I apologize if I came across as insensitive, Mr Everhart. Let me explain your wife's condition in simple terms. Mrs Everhart suffered a concussion due to the impact of the severe blow to her head.” He clears his throat. “Her MRI and CT scans show no significant damage to her brain's memory centres so what she's experiencing is temporary amnesia.”

"The hippocampus which is located in the brain's temporal lobe is damaged. That's where episodic memories are formed and indexed for later." I was dumbfounded. What the gibberish was he talking about? He must have sensed my confusion because he stopped speaking and sighed dramatically. He looked at his other three colleagues before looking back at me. "It means, you've lost your memory and we are not sure when, or if you'll ever get it back. Lucky for you, your boss here. . ." He pointed to the hot man who had said not one word ever since. ". . . knows your name and it's Mia Hernandez."

Chloe said as she pulled away from Troy's hug and smiled. We went straight to our hang-out place. That's where we thought of reviewing. Well, there are three of us studying. Zach was just lying on the couch. A few hours later I had a headache with the number of lessons I was reviewing. My brain can't take it anymore! I dropped the book I was reviewing on the table. I leaned back in my chair and gasped. I suddenly remembered what raven said earlier. "I don't need it. I have a photographic memory. I can still remember it all"