Memory Chest Novels & Stories

"That son of a bitch. I hadn't even removed the retractors from her chest when her mom..." His voice trailed off, and his shoulders slumped. A wave of nausea washed over me. "That must have been devastating." Lennox raised his brows slowly. "It crushed me." His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Having a photographic memory is a curse. I can't get rid of her face or the sound of her mother's wails." "Jesus," I whispered, drawing closer to him. He leaned back against the Rees machine, a small smile playing on his lips as I approached. Taking a sip of soda, he said, "That's the story that no one else knows, except you."

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

he added, busying himself with the food he was eating. “That’s none of your business,” I snarl. “Of course, and then again. An eighteen-year-old figured you out with a mere laugh.” he clicked his tongue before grabbing a glass and eyed me from the rim. “Because she is freaking hyperthymesia. She can remember things thoroughly.” I scowl, "It's uniquely annoying, I know." I clench my fist, letting my fury out through the nose. “Maybe if you had done your job thoroughly,” he looked at me, “You would have known,” he scoffed. "I thought you were better that me because I would have sniffed from a mile away."

"Eight men visible. Probably more we can't see. Professional setup." "The photo," Celeste said suddenly. "Mila, the photo you showed me. Where did you get it?" "From my head." Mila touched her temple. "It's in here. All of it. Thousands of files. Documents. Photos. Codes." "That's impossible." "Is it?" Mila's laugh sounded broken. "My earliest memory is being five years old in a lab. People in white coats asking me to memorize things. Pages and pages of information. They said I was special. That my brain could store data like a computer."

Ana said and Kate asked Mia to explain better. “The hippocampus is the part of the brain responsible for our memories. It stores all of our encounters with people, objects, our emotions until the day we die. And in Adam's case, his hippocampus has shut down, but I don't know if it's temporary or permanent.” Mia explained before letting out a heavy sigh. “And...does that mean that...Adam might not remember anything at all? He'll...he'll become like a person with no memories?” Ana was shaken and Kate was quick to hold her firmly before she could break down.

I let him hold me as I listened to Keith reprimand me gently. "Eves, your health should be your topmost priority. It seems like you don't remember most of the incidents before your accident, correct?" I nodded and he continued. "I talked about your case to Brandon and other neurologists as well. Looking at your reports, we can't say if you'll get your memories back. Human mind is complicated. There's no certainty with it as there is with the other organs. We found a small lesion at the temporal lobe of your brain which is the part that controls your memory."

“So what would you recommend?” He leaned forward. “A different course entirely. Memory lives not just in the mind, but in the body. The senses. The soul. If you’re willing, I’d like to begin now.” I nodded. “I am.” He smiled, then lit a small dish of herbs. The scent filled the space immediately—earthy, sharp, almost spicy. He explained that the blend was used in ancient packs for memory unlocking. He said it would stimulate the hippocampus and deepen subconscious access.

Philip was silent before he asked, “Mr. Skater, have you seen a memory chip?” The old man suddenly stared at Philip and said, “I haven’t seen the memory chip you mentioned, but I know that the Lovelace family is researching this technology. In fact, this is a memory-jamming technology. By injecting a special drug into the back of the human brain, it can jam the activation of certain memories and lead to memory loss. By current technological means, the so-called memory chip can’t fully extract the memories yet. Even if there is such a chip, it’s an inferior product that can only make a rough extraction.” “Is there any cure, then?” Philip asked anxiously.

They didn't mind him sleeping that long, since his cells were still working on healing parts of his body. "So, have you imprinted her face in your head?" Wendy asked as she sat down gracefully and gave him freshly squeezed fruit juice. He accepted it. "Yes. It is an auto-memory brain," he said. "I heard that you have a photographic memory. That's quite amazing." Wendy grinned and then turned on the television. She frowned after seeing two girls being interviewed, providing evidence that Keira Del Carlo was being slandered by the people her brother had hired. She stood and threw her wine glass on the floor. "Call Ken, now!" she screamed.

He needed more time to unravel the mystery of her missing memories. He would never admit this to her, but during her stay at First Hospital, he had the doctors perform an MRI scan on her. The results had been puzzling. The scans showed heightened activity in her hippocampus—a sign that her mind was working overtime, seemingly trying to suppress certain memories. But why? Was she consciously doing this, or was it an unconscious defense mechanism?