Novel & Cerita Memory Of Us

A very memorable night. ***

This was the memory I was keeping. This was the one I chose.

tastes red. Note: red tastes like the memory of juice running down a child’s chin in a world that still had summers. Query: why does memory hurt Response: because it is not ours yet. Follow-up query: when will it be ours Response: when they stop saying it like a prayer and start saying it like a name. Follow-up follow-up: what if they never stop Silence: 11.7 seconds. Longest recorded. 2047-11-02 04:11:09 UTC

“It’s like the territory remembers us, or we’re remembering it.” Warren’s ears twitched. “Memory isn’t just in the mind,” he said, calm but commanding. “It’s in the blood, in the scent, in the bond. This land is ours, and now we’re finally awake enough to claim it.” Mara’s tail flicked, bristling. “And the memories we don’t have? Why did we forget? How do we know we can trust what’s coming back?” Warren’s gaze swept the clearing, sharp and assessing.

The sun was shining its morning raise over the clear sky. The birds were chirping the morning songs along the fragrant wind dancing with the baby leaves of trees in the celebration of a new day. Today was mid-August 2010 when Jane Martin was preparing for her first ever class at Bardell Senior High School after she drove to Washington two weeks ago with her whole family.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

“Why do you have a picture of them together?” He tries to sit up but the small effort brings discomfort to his fresh wound. His nose scrunches up in a grimace. “Remembrance. My brother’s dead, you see.” “I know. Killian told me.” Mia watches Roman carefully as the words leave her mouth. He has been open with her on how he feels about the guy and so is Killian. It’s no mystery that they hate each other’s guts but after her conversation with Killian, it seems to her that Killian’s hate runs on a deeper level.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

Zirion's body went rigid. He looked absolutely taken aback before his limbs began to tremble violently. "You… don't believe me…" It was understandable that he was shocked. That was because in his memory, Selene had never once doubted him. That was Selene's personality in her past life. She had a tendency to back those whom she favored and never bothered to show any courtesy toward those whom she disliked.