Memory Novels & Stories

Timothy stared, without giving an answer. "You said you were going to give an answer as to why she doesn't remember who the fuck I am, but she remembers that piece of shit. That trash bag." Timothy sighed, walking back to his seat with a warm cup of coffee. "It's a condition that is associated with people who have a brain tumor and have had surgery for the tumor. The memories are originally stored in the Cerebral Cortex. Their brain, knowing it could lose its memories, protects the most important memories moving them from the Cerebral Cortex to the Amygdala, which stores the emotional aspect of the memories. And we can say this is the category your memories with her fall into. Unfortunately,

Fred thinks no that is not possible he said to himself thinking then he quickly get his phone to search about memory loss and previous cases of memory loss on internet As he search about it, he look surprise, there is no case of memory loss patient developing any new skills and also memory loss patient cannot develop a new skill expect learning them, worse thing they might even forget all skills they knew before so, is Dr. Hart lying? Fred asks himself in disbelief as he continues reading about memory loss on the internet Dr. Hart wil

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next

"It's not that she can't recognize you. The actual fact is that she can't remember you. I'm really sorry to say this but due to the severe concussion that she suffered, Jolie has lost her memory, or more precisely, some parts of it. She has completely lost the memories of the past eleven years. That's why she can't remember both you and Jeremy as she hadn't met both of you eleven years ago. She's suffering from what we call retrograde amnesia. And retrograde amnesia is usually temporally graded in the sense that one's most recent memories are affected while the older ones are retained. Its extent also varies in different cases and from one patient to the other

“ Luna , mind if I ask you something ? “ said Matteo , putting the fork down . “ No , go ahead . “ said Luna . “ When you talked back to Bob and you offered all those arguments and mentioned most of the things we had in our files , all the details……..that is not something a normal person can learn within four hours of reading only . You need to learn all of those . Just how did you do it ? “ said Matteo . Luna looked at his curious expression a bit hesitant . She wondered whether they would trust her words or not . He didn’t sound like he doubted her , he sounder more curious of her rather than doubt . “ Luna is special . She has a photographic memory . “ said

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

"I'm here to assist with your physical recovery and provide support as you navigate this." Ace's eyes held a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. "What happened to me?" he inquired, his voice steady. "You were found unconscious, and your condition was critical. It took a considerable effort to stabilize you," I explained, choosing my words carefully. He frowned, piecing together the fragments of his memory. "I don't remember much." "That's not uncommon after such an ordeal. Your body needs time to heal, and memories may resurface gradually," I reassured him.

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I asked. “That’s right. Sally Anne. It’s been a while, Minus, nice to see you.” “Wow, you’ve got a good memory,” I said, stunned she remembered me, let alone my name. “It’s an occupational skill I’ve developed after doing this for way too long. Plus, I never forget a pretty face,” she said with a wink and a smile. “Although, it looks like someone recently tried to make you not-so-pretty.” She motioned to the cut below my eye. “Now, what can I get you, besides an ice pack? A couple of beers, something harder perhaps?”

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