Memory Chest Novels & Stories

The golden hue of the sun scattered evenly and softly throughout the room. Caesar sat in front of his laptop, cradling Lola in his arms, opening the files sent by Herman. Lola was seated on his lap, yawning impatiently. She was extremely sleepy. She reached out to touch, but unfortunately, she didn't touch anything. An Alpha's chest didn't provide her with the satisfying feel she wanted. Human memory is limited, like a warehouse. People selectively remember useful, memorable things. Those irrelevant ones are gradually discarded as age progresses.

The weight of guikt and remorse settled upon my shoulders, threatening to consume me. As I grappled with these distressing memories, it was important to remember that our minds could sometimes play tricks on us. The human brain is complex and recollections can become jumbled or distorted over time. A familiar memory came even the times I sat down to write stories about the lives of people because I was more than broken...

"Axel, you changed since you took over this place. What did you learn?" She asked a question she had asked almost every day since the first day he became Librarian. Although he had yet to be titled and given the abilities he was entitled to, Axel had one of his own that was rare among humans. An Eidetic memory, at least some claimed, Aurora was more of the opinion that he had hyperthymesia because of the detail at which he could recall things. But it confused her because he never really displayed the drawbacks of the condition.

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"

"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."

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."