Memórias Novels & Stories

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

One of the female help bowed their head in response then sped out of the room. “Whose blood?” I asked, and her red gaze met my eyes. “Memorian.” She responded. “Those man-eating beasts that thrive in the mountains, I mean, well generally in cold places but you know.” Memorians are man-eating beasts that usually distort the memory of their preys. When the Prince had been giving a tour of Portburgh to Daisy, after Vivanna’s death, of course, he had wanted her to see the land that she would inherit. They had been caught in a snowstorm and separated. Daisy met a lone memorian who distorted her memory, making her believe that it was Kassian’s and her child.

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Drawing memory. Every touch is a moment. Every line hums with sequence. I reach out and grip one. The battlefield. It vibrates violently under my palm. The musket crack echoes faintly. The fall attempts to initiate. I squeeze. “I remember you,” I say softly. The arc steadies. Memory without reenactment. I release it. It remains. No longer active. Just present. I step deeper. The house arc pulses warmly. Sunlight and linen and laughter shimmer along its thread.

Save me—" Theodore listened quietly until she finished and said softly, "Ave, do you remember I taught you that when you do something wrong, you have to pay the price?"

The white text of the message began to scramble, the letters turning into gold sparks. **[PROCESSING...]** **[AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: ENTER PRODUCT KEY]** "A product key?" I gasped. "I don't have a key!" **[01:15]** The city was almost gone. We were standing in a white void, surrounded by floating "Assets"—a car door, a streetlamp, the frozen businessman. "The key!" Leo yelled, his voice fading as his body turned into pixels. "It’s the one thing they can't simulate! It’s the **First Memory**!"

Beside him. Every person at that table had noticed that. "A Memory Wolf is exactly what the name suggests," I said. "I can absorb memories from another person, hold them, and return them when needed. The person I carry for experiences the transfer as a loss, like forgetting. I experience it as gaining. I feel what they felt. I know what they knew." "You carry the memories as your own," another council member said. Woman, mid-fifties, dark eyes that moved fast. "You feel them personally."

“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.”

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa