Memory Novels & Stories

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

Sana’s expression changed slightly. Not dramatically. Just enough for me to notice. “Honestly,” she said, “there isn’t one trick that fixes this.” Anna nodded. “I figured.” “And there definitely isn’t an immediate solution.” “I figured that too.” “It is going to be gradual.” “How gradual?” Dr. Sana paused. “That’s the difficult part.” I hated that answer already. She continued. “Memory recovery after a brain injury is unpredictable. Some memories can return spontaneously. Others may return when something triggers them—a familiar voice, a smell, a location, a photograph, a piece of music. And sometimes memories return in fragments rather than one complete seque

Now we're going to have it the same time. I chuckle again. But, I have this sudden nagging feeling at the back of my head. What is it? Something is missing from the equation. What the hell is it? I try, and try, and try to figure it out. And, .... Oh. Oh! OH! I didn't! Fuck. It can't be. No. Nononono. When was the last time I get my period? I don't remember. A soft and troubled fuck escapes my lips. Fucking fuck. ****

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

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 s

I closed my eyes briefly, gripping the edge of the door. “Then why doesn’t she remember me?” I whispered. “We don’t know that it’s permanent,” Mike replied. “Shock can do strange things. Trauma can scramble memory temporarily. That’s why they’re running tests.” I stepped out into the night air, locking the door behind me. My movements were automatic now. “I’m still coming,” I said. “I figured.” “But slow down,” Mike urged. “You don’t need to tear down the highway. Getting there five minutes earlier won’t change what already happened.”

Just blank space where memories should be. The doctor said not to force it. “The trauma was severe, Mr. Knox. Your brain needs time to heal. Pushing too hard could make it worse.” So I don’t push. I just work. Hours pass. I review contracts, approve budgets, read through acquisition proposals. My hand knows how to sign my name. My eyes know how to spot problems in financial reports. It’s like my body remembers even when my mind doesn’t. Margaret brings lunch around one. A sandwich I don’t remember ordering.

asked Henry. "No, not really?" Jason replied. "Do you want to meet her?" Henry asked. "No," replied Jason, faster than the speed of light, and Henry wasn't surprised. "Okay, do these images have any impact on how you feel?" Henry asked and Jason only nodded yes. "Okay, so what is it?" Jason asked. "Well, I don't have much information to decide on a conclusion, but the best way I can describe what you are experiencing is flash memory. This is probably an event you have already experienced but probably do not remember," Henry explained.

I grinned. “You only say that because last time you were in the hospital, you kicked my butt at cards all the time,” Anna laughed. “That was two years ago, Anna,” I scoffed. “Ask your sister, Zander,” Anna stated. “We women never forget anything.” I looked over at Amelie, and she sat there smugly. I didn’t need to ask her; she remembers everything. She is the only person I know who has an eidetic memory. Most people call it photographic memory. It’s a good thing to have, but as a teenager, it was annoying to have a sister with it.

Anastasia said while looking at Selena in confusion. It has happened before. Anastasia's brain works weirdly. It makes her forget the moments which she doesn't want to remember. Like if she is eating five fruits together and doesn't like one fruit, after one nap or something, she forgets eating that fruit but remembers about eating the other four. That's how it works for her. Her brain makes her remember the situation which she imagined.