Memory Novels & Stories

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.

I should do this before Zed’s charm would entirely bewitch me. “192 Months, 5840 Days, 140160 hours, 8409600 minutes, 504576000 seconds.” “My goodness, it sounds like ages ago.” He looks at me without batting an eyelash, then says, “the average adult human brain can store the equivalent of 2.5 million gigabytes digital memory. So, use your brain. It’s a pity that you don’t. Don’t rely too much on calculators; it will make your brain shrink.”

The fear of getting seen was the major thing that held them from going out to meet people and ask for help. Choosing to ignore the sad part of Alita, Mia bent in front of her and attempt to act lively. She took a piece of Pringle from what Alita was eating and chew noisily. Her cheeks dropped as she gave a weird and ugly face. "What's the expiring date?" Mia asked in a muffled sound. "Two years ago" Alita replied casually "Relax" She waved the can of pringles in front of Mia's face "It's only just Two years as I said, and relax! You won't die"

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.

He can’t walk through … the memories of this room is so precious to him. Room number 401 is the room where his grandmother died too. Mike is holding back his tears, as he walks to grandma Georgia’s bed. The hanging fluids that are supporting her life are too heavy for him. He gulped, “g-good evening grandma,” for the first time of his life—he is stuttering when seeing this kind of situation. Grandma Georgia is surprised when Sam brings a friend with him. She is quiet but smiling, Sam looked at her, “Nay, someone wanted to visit you—“

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

I’m desperate to find them, but until Time is done running from Sinful and finds a way to face him, I’m not going to see them. But I can’t think of that now. My life was never perfect, but I didn’t hate being an immortal. I can tell Time knows that, by the way he desperately searches my expression for any clue, still holding tightly onto each side of my face. “You killed me? I don’t even remember how I died,” I breathe. Every time I go back into my memory to search for that lost moment, I just find a vacant space of nothingness. One night it just...happened. I’ve always believed I died in my sleep, or in a sudden freak accident where my memories would remain u

Ashton looked at me, surprised. ​"I've been telling him stories," I said with a small smile. Then my expression turned serious. "But Ash... we have a problem. A big one." ​"What is it?" ​"He can't remember anything." ​Ashton went quiet for a moment. "I suspected this might happen. That crash was tragic. He’s lucky that memory loss is the worst of his injuries." He walked over to Luke. ​"Why can't I remember?" Luke asked, looking up at him.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

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