Memory Of Us Novels & Stories

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."

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

She felt some odd familiarity towards her strange silver curly hair. Just as she was about to dismiss the idea that was formed in her mind about the hair, thinking that maybe her foggy mind was playing tricks on her because of the issue that she was coping with, another idea came to her mind. It had been one month since she stopped taking the drugs that she had to take daily. Since she woke up from the comma, her parents made sure that she had a personal doctor who could visit and examine her after every month. Every day, she had drugs to take which she was told were to help in solving her amnesia issue.

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

I was in an airport lounge, waiting to board the flight that would take me to the signing of a branch company. The cop told me Shawn wanted to talk. I replied calmly, "I'm sorry. I don't know who that is."

On the 12th of August 1995, I was seated on the couch watching my favorite show "Best Friends' ' with a bowl of popcorn I made that evening. When I got a call from Julie and asked what I was doing, I told her I was watching my favorite program. And then she told me to check the latest updates from the government and that I had to tune in to the news channel. I didn't wait a second. I changed to the news channel and the update was that "The Military Camp was burnt down leaving no persons alive". I tried to find my voice as Julie kept calling my name on the phone but I paid no attention to her. I broke into hot tears, not saying a word to her. She kept calling my name but I was in no mood for

After hours of running film with Matt I glance at the clock to see that it’s already close to 10 p.m. “Shit!” I rub my eyes and stand to gather my things. “Everything good man?”Mac asks without lifting his head from the screen in front of him. “Yeah man I just lost track of time. I’m supposed to be at Addysons house right now.” I see his head jerk up and a crease hit his brow. “Addyson? Who is Addyson? Island girl?” He asks curiously.

He smiled at the thought, white was too delicate a colour for her. He could remember that day too clearly, it was one of those memories that would never fade over time. Nana had been teaching him earlier how to control his feelings and thus have a better grip on his powers. Shortly after that he was in an argument with his mother, in his anger he screamed and grabbed her hand. She had looked at him so lovingly and as he was about to storm off he watched his mother slump to the ground. He rushed to her but she tried to hide the wounded hand and her tears from him. She quickly sent him off to get Nana. As he was about to walk out the door she brought out her hand. It looked ugly and almost def

She does not know her mother but has been shown the kind of person she was through the memory pool. In the water there was a pool there they call the pool of memories. Everything that happens in the water is stored there. It is like their own library with all the memories of everyone and every event that ever took place in the water. When she was five and started asking about her mother, her father took her to the memory pool for the first time to show her memories of her mother.

I would have remembered that. Then, the pain came back, and I saw him standing on stage, delivering a speech I couldn't make out, but what had he been studying? Magna for what? “Hey,” Matt said. “Try not to send yourself into a conniption because you don’t remember, okay?” I nodded slowly. “I’m more likely to freak out about why I don’t remember.” “It’ll come back to you,” he said. “And… there was our mom.” “Mom?” I frowned. Something bubbled, hot and angry, at the back of my mind. “What about her?”