Memórias Novels & Stories

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

My parents shrank under the stares, their proud expression fading into stiff, pale faces. Suddenly, Audrey's eyes widened, as if she'd just thought of a way out. She jabbed her finger at the screen, shouting, "That woman in the video isn't me! "I have a twin sister—her name's Aurora. She's the one in that footage!"

SHATTERED MY LIFE! I remember the faces and the names of those men who abused me. Kevin, Alex, Alvin, Eigner, and Gin. I sat down on my bed while still hugging the doll because hugging it gives me comfort even for a while while the memories are flashing back to my head. I remember how I stabbed Alex and I shot my brother Kevin because I can’t take another abuse from them anymore. I remember the look into my father’s eyes. The sadness and pains in his eyes before the accident; how he became so hopeless when he saw me covered with blood with my brother and his best friend dead inside my room. The look in his eyes is like the sadness and pains of my mother before she commits suicide. I remember

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.

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

“Welcome Ms. Sinclair to Casa de Bora Bora.” “I’m Malvina and this is Johanna. We will be your personal travel assistants throughout your stay.” “Hello ladies, thank you for welcoming me to your beautiful island.” I greet. “You’re very welcome. Jefferson has gone to put your things away. While he’s gone, we will show you around the place so that you can become better acquainted with the house. If you will follow us this way.” They turn and lead me down the corridor into a massive kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances. A long beautiful island with a sink in the middle. Long and wide windows that give great views of the beach. A huge pantry stocked with everything one would need.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“Very well. I’ll assist you, but remember this: What you’re looking for might not be something you want to find. Sometimes, the truth is more dangerous than the unknown.” With Kieran’s agreement secured, they set up the memory retrieval process in one of his specialized, high-tech labs. The room was dimly lit, with sleek machines and monitors arranged in a precise configuration. Kieran handled the equipment with practiced ease, preparing the device for a deeper dive into Maris Harker’s memories.

“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.

“I know” “Is it real? Nathan hates me now? Phoebe sighs. “He doesn't hate you. It's just that he doesn't remember you. Doctor Murphy calls it selective anaemia. He remembers everything and everyone else except you and everything about you” “He even remembers his fight with Giovanni, but doesn't remember how it connected with you. All he remembered was that Giovanni was after his company for revenge” Phoebe scoffs and then sighs. “The doctor said the memories must have been very painful and forgetting was a default setting his Brain results into to protect itself”