Memory Lost Novels & Stories

Lorenzo turned, his face washed out by the pale light. “I know he is. Or he’s already here, watching us argue about it.” She stopped, her eyes darting to the monitor on the wall. Sixteen camera feeds gridded the screen. Grainy black-and-white images of empty hallways, manicured lawns, and stone walls. It looked like a tomb. “The doctors said his memory is gone, but his muscle memory? That’s intact. He doesn’t need to remember my face to remember how to bypass a deadbolt.” The radio on Lorenzo’s belt chirped. Static hissed through the room.

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.”

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

“But what about people?” Her mother placed a comforting hand on the man’s shoulder. “Right, Nathan has been her stepfather for twelve years. How could she forget him?” “Memory loss is unpredictable. She may remember phone numbers better than people. She may remember places or work clients more than her own family. It’s impossible to say until she sustains consciousness and the neurologist can evaluate her condition.” Her mother glanced her way and gasped. “She’s awake. Camille, how are you feeling?”

“What he told you was all true, but they were half-truths." And, dazedly, I nodded, still comprehending his revealed truth, which was still partial and incomplete. So, I waited patiently for him to continue. My blood rushed through my veins at a very unusual speed. Maybe because I had sensed somewhere I was not told the entire truth from the beginning, which he confirmed I wasn't. “The accident had left you with a brain injury,” I gulped. “It is when a person can no longer memorise or recall information that is stored in their memory. It was a large-scale loss of memories on your part because you have lost five years of it.”

Whoever told you that, that can't be true, I still think you and Stella are related if not sisters. Well here's the thing Paolo, I still have all the memories of my life except those related to Stella's leaving, most of the memories related to her are non-existent, I barely remembered her. Well, Bella, it's good to hire a professional, but you should know that if you decide to let go of those memories, it will only be for a good reason. Our will is very strong. I don't think those memories are easy to return. Are you even sure how real they are? Those memories are probably false memories, isn't it possible that your fragile mind longs to fill a void in it that can make up or receive anything

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

Emma: Year: 2002 As memories are known to be lost throughout the process of growth, we still may have those special ones that just stick. It’s so ingrained into our memory that it is shocking we can even remember it. So the question is, did it really happen? And why is that we always remember the bad ones?

But before I could redeem myself, the doctor walked in with his colleague. "Hello, Mr. Moore, it's nice to see you here." After he took Mia's vital statistics and ascertained she was doing well, he called me outside to talk with me. "Mr. Moore, Mia is healing nicely, but there's just one snag." I waited with bated breathe to hear this snag he talked about. "I'm afraid this memory loss of hers is irreparable. In other words-" "She will never get her memory back?" I interjected in a somber tone.