Mission Memories Novels & Stories

Out of curiosity, I went close and read the printed words. 'In the loving memory of Rowan Black Smith' 'In the loving memory of Heliana Smith' The name seemed so familiar, it's like I already heard those names. They sounded important to my ears. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment. Enjoy reading! :) Please tell me some of your comments and suggestion for improvements. I will be willing to learn more and that would be great. -DarkVergent

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.

After a short rest, they sat down again and put their helmets back on. Mr. Wilson gently wiped away my tears and began another round of hypnosis. “Miss Lily,” he said in a calm voice, “you and Miss Emily are sisters. Tell me, what is the one thing you remember most clearly about her?” The thing I remembered most clearly? My memories began to blur, and the dream twisted into chaos. I couldn’t steady it right away because there were too many moments burned into my mind, each one sharp and impossible to forget. They surfaced in fragments, scattered and broken.

After all, it was only right that he made some contributions as a medical professional. Years later, I looked back. It suddenly occurred to me that sometimes, learning to forget painful memories wasn't such a bad thing.

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

“Some of these people will have family or friends in their pack that they would want to bring along. They’d have to go home today to tell them and then make other plans to get them out. Maybe I talk to them tomorrow?” “That sounds reasonable,” Alaric said. Thea finished her lists then dug into her lunch. “I did some research on amnesia and memory retrieval,” Misty said. “There are a lot of options and things to try if you want to, but the most effective one seems to be doing things from childhood. The deeper or older the memory, the better. Smells, sights, sounds. Involve the senses—that type of thing. So if you went swimming a lot as a child, go swimming. If you baked cakes, do that.”

“Some memories survive without help.” Robert’s smile held. “An interesting way to put it.” “It is an interesting subject.” Daniel’s gaze moved briefly to her face. Not warning. Not surprise. Something closer to acknowledgment. Robert folded one hand over the other, the gesture refined enough to look idle. “Old programs often appear more serious in memory than they were in practice. Youth gives scale to things.” “Adults do that too,” Leah said. The museum director chuckled softly, grateful for what he believed to be wit. “Too true. Half our donors remember opening nights as far more glamorous than the photographs prove.”

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

I looked down at my hand, which was still cold from my dream. "I-I'm sorry, but...all I remember is when I was young," I admitted, disappointed in myself. For the past two years, I've been frustrated by my lost memories. I only remember my childhood memories and it stopped with the memory when my parents died after that there were no memories left with me and am dissatisfied with them. Auntie Susan and Uncle Peter said they found me unconscious near a river. I had returned from the North Snow Province, drenched in my own blood and nearly dead. Auntie Susan used to be a nurse, so she knew first aid, which she used to save my life.