Memórias Novels & Stories

“So what would you recommend?” He leaned forward. “A different course entirely. Memory lives not just in the mind, but in the body. The senses. The soul. If you’re willing, I’d like to begin now.” I nodded. “I am.” He smiled, then lit a small dish of herbs. The scent filled the space immediately—earthy, sharp, almost spicy. He explained that the blend was used in ancient packs for memory unlocking. He said it would stimulate the hippocampus and deepen subconscious access.

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

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

Not my family. Remember it Ruby. Remember.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Aranjo splashed into the river, the cold water seemed to bite her whole body. Aranjo was half conscious, her memory as the Goddess of the celestial realm beginning to return. Slowly but surely, she remembered clearly, until the moment she jumped into the portal hole. Aranjo felt someone pulling her to the surface of the water. She is still trying to accept the memories that come to her insistently. Aranjo felt her body placed on the grass. The sunlight dazzled her eyes, Aranjo slowly adjusted her gaze, and the first figure she saw was Ara.

66 He said, "The only real reason you can't is because you were in the wrong place to begin with. This is where you belong. Where you once lived. Time is not only the answer to getting your answers, sometimes you just need to go back to the past... go back to where you truly belong." I sighed, acknowledging the truth in his words. "You're right. If I want to remember, then this place is the perfect setting to harness my memories." The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.