Memory Chest Novels & Stories

said the 2nd elder. "I have another opinion. Medical research has shown a temporary memory loss in Ms. Everhart's brain. That's because of the shock and panic Ms. Everhart has experienced over the years. The memory loss is temporary, which means she can remember again. We just have to give her time and a good environment to recover her memory," explained the head of the hospital.

“To remember people and events?” “I don’t need photos for that. The memories are here.” Alex tapped the side of his forehead. “Everyone’s memories fade. Photos don’t.” At least, not digital ones. “Not mine.” He set his empty glass on the coffee table, his eyes dark. “I have a superior memory.” My snort slipped out before I could stop it. “Someone has a high opinion of himself.” That earned me a shadow of a smirk. “I’m not bragging. I have hyperthymesia, or HSAM. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. Look it up.”

21 The most extraordinary faculty our minds possess is the ability to break apart and compartmentalise. It's how we juggle multiple demands and how we cope with pain and trauma. After my wife died, I saw a string of therapists and grief counsellors and psychologists. One of them suggested I take my memories, lock them in a chest using heavy chains and padlocks, and drop the trunk into the deepest part of the ocean, beneath millions of tons of water.

He blushes. “They say I got one of those photographic memories. I can just as easily remember what I had for breakfast six months ago as a normal person can remember what they had today,” he says, looking proud. Mason stops and cocks his head to the side. “Jeez, doesn’t that make your head hurt? Doesn’t it get like … full,” he asks, as Harper laughs, making Rosie laugh. “Nah bro, I got tons of room still,” Harper grins.

Carlo replied, raising his brows at the man and woman, before it moved back to Jazzy "Tell me something about your school and any good memories you have had there with your friends. Anything at all." It was that moment Jazzy could be seen struggling as if she wanted to recall the memories of a past, but nothing reached to her hands. She looked at her mother then her eyes went back to Carlo and Zac. There was a doubt which she masked confidently with her tone, "I suffer from a condition," she said, folding her arms with quite defiance. " When I am under stress, my memory filters. Details slip away. But they always come back eventually.' She exhaled, steadying herself. "Right now with everythi

The doctor requested. I wasted no time following him out. “So?” I asked the moment we got out. “The patient's test results are back. Unfortunately, the patient has developed amnesia. Her brain seems to be blocking out overwhelming memories. It's protecting itself from emotional overload….” “What?” “It's a form of psychological protection from the brain… Your wife isn't ready to recall whatever landed her here.” the doctor kept going.

"How do you remove the memories?" "The principle is that a person's brain is equivalent to a machine. We have to find the mainframe that stores these memories and delete them," Greg further explained. "How can you find those memories?" Stella asked. Greg didn't expect her to be so interested in the topic. He laughed subconsciously and said, "You indeed are a stressful person. Sometimes it's good to be less sensible." She looked out of the window and ignored him. Greg stared at her beautiful side and said, "Some things are not appropriate to discuss here. This method is not fully developed yet, it's still in the experimental stage. I'm part of the project so if you're interested, I'll take yo

I don't know what expression I have on my face, but I know it's scaring her. "Retro what?" I scoff. "Retrograde amnesia… clearly caused by his injury, this type of amnesia can be temporary or permanent and can possibly wipe out the part of memory that's the most stressful to them. It's common and nothing to worry abou- "Nothing to worry about?" I yell, "You've been saying that ever since we got here. But now he's facing a Metro amnesia or whatever you just fuckin called it. Stop saying it's nothing to worry about when it's literally the only thing to worry about." I scoff.

Nishma furrowed her brows and spoke bluntly that her words simply ruthlessly pierced Demon's heart. "I think Ms. Nishma is showing some signs of the amnestic syndrome", the doctor said and dropped a heavy bomb on everyone but the one who was affected mostly was CHASE. "Memory Loss?", Chase said and Nishma blinked severally while looking at him. They both stared at each other for a soft gasp filled the room. Chase sat there quietly. His handsome face was dark, a storm seemed to be boiling inside of him. The atmosphere turned gloomy in a second and a terrifying sense of fest looked in his head.

He said and Christian knitted his eyebrows. “Brain is complex, many kinds of research are in process to understand how it works. Mishka is in depression as I’ve stated before and it’s not new that she has forgotten something. Have you seen that faint brown mark on her wrist?” Doctor asked and Christian nodded. “Seven years back, she slit her wrist to take her life. But she forgot and nearly a year later she recalled that she did something like that,” He said and Christian drew a deep breath, patiently listening to him. “She would eventually recall what happened to her three days back, but I have no idea when? If you want, I can force her to recall but it can cause some health issues, again n