Memory Man Series Novels & Stories

“Completely.” Silence. “Both memory chains are intact.” Elena's face tightened. “That shouldn't happen.” Naomi nodded. “We know.” Ama stared toward the horizon. Trying to process what she had heard. A man who remembered dying. And remembered continuing to live afterward. Not confusion. Not delusion. Both. At the same time. Arthur looked like he wanted to sit down. “This is worse than continuity failure.” Gabriel sighed. “There's a worse version?” Arthur laughed weakly.

I said and looked at Acquirer while giving the menu list. "Make it 2 large size bowls of ramen and soda. Thank you." He said and smiled at the waiter. I rolled my eyes a bit. "So what happened?" I started the conversation. "Um, there's some strange thingy in my mind. A memory. But I can't recall. Like something that it was a soldier thingy." He said and I felt scared a bit. Not because of the story but because of his tone of telling a story. "Wait! Please change your tone cuz it's a bit creepy. It scares me." I demand him to do it.

I turned to the human, saying, counting on myself to either give this compelling thing I try at being good or forever remain a weird hybrid that would never come to terms with her powers. “Remember the key word, power. Free your mind from any thoughts outside what you're about to perform now...” I did as she'd said, sieving the only thought I had that had kept my mind occupied for days. Van fucking Chure. “I was about to say he is yet to lose his memory in exactly 30 minutes, so channel your thoughts to the human in front of you, revise the compelling speech, and tell it to him,” Manny voiced from behind me. It would have been easy to focus if there wasn't one quiet voice ringing in my fucke

A blinking message pulsed beneath the projection: ‘No data file corrupted. Partial memory loop active. Play sequence?’ Damien hesitated. And then: yes. The room darkened. The projection began. A young man stood in a sterile lab, shirt soaked in sweat, eyes wild with confusion. He looked like Damien—but leaner, younger, eyes devoid of the weight Damien carried now. Voices echoed. “You’re not him. You’re better. Cleaner.” “Why do I remember things I’ve never lived?” “Because you are the memory.”

I even remember that Peter let the merman out as if his mind was being controlled! ‘But what happened after that? Why can’t I remember a thing?’ I tried to recall the missing memories between going to the reservoir and waking up on this hospital bed, but the only memory I could remember was the merman climbing in through the open cabin door and the conversation with the woman in the dream. All the memories in between were missing as if they were erased.

“Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry on his behalf. Please don't take it personal okay....” my mom said softly patting AY on the back. “Why is he so rude to me?” “That’s how he reacts when he sees a stranger or should I say visitor...” “But I'm not a stranger; I'm his best friend for crying out loud. Why can't he remember me. Why do you have to apologise for him I don't understand?” AY asked; tears welling in her eyes. My mom gave her an intent look then finally uttered. “Amnesia.”

Susan said. I glanced at the woman, Susan Owens. Huh? Why did the name Susan sound so familiar? Let me think… At that moment, Mom and my two brothers paused in their actions simultaneously. "Oh, she's one of Dad's mistresses. As expected of a scumbag like him… He has mistresses everywhere. However, Susan's already this old. Why does she still have such a strong libido? Earlier, she was practically begging Dad to plant a hickey on her body. Her neck is all bruised.

Do you really think I could be wrong about something like this? "Don't be so sure of yourself! What were you doing on this very day 18 years ago?" Helen challenged. "How could I remember something that happened so long ago? I've been busy running the group every day. It's impossible to remember what I did on any given day." "Well, there you go! You have things you forget, too. You swore you never slept with another man, but maybe you did, and you just forgot about it!" "Impossible. I never did something like that!" Cora snapped, as stubborn as always.

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

The strange man was doing something to her mind. Just when they got to the memory where the two men came to drag forward, she heard ‘Damon’ a distance away, shutting down the memory before her eyes. A little relieved, she tried looking away but the man was persistent, the sensation at the back of her head increased and the memory before her showed the exact time Damon knocked her unconscious. She had to ask him why he did that. Why would he knock her unconscious out of the blue? But the man wasn't satisfied because the sensation got more irritable, releasing her memory right before her eyes again and this time it played backward.