Mission Memories Novels & Stories

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

I'm calling it little because it's no big deal, but she's making a big deal out of it. And the most important memories I have now are the memories of my incident. How I lost my memories. I remember exactly what happened. I remember every single detail of that day. I told Cody, Lee, Sam, Andre, Aunt Nicolette and Uncle Jacque, and Parker about my fully recovered memories because they are the only ones I can trust now. After telling them everything, we were able to make a solid plan. It starts today. We have everything set. Andre's plan to get close to Kesha and get her to talk worked. The getting close to her part did. And now she's clung to him, it will be easier to use her.

Sensing his eyebrows getting frowned, she patted his shoulder and explained, facing him, “Look, although it’s your memory world, still we can get trapped in here. Moreover, it’s magical too. It means the characters and people in here can’t see or hear us. But that won’t happen for too long, before they would sense our presence. And the ones who would get involved, will loose all of their memories. The sole mission of this memory trip is to help you finding the reasons of your father’s death,

I could almost feel myself again in the memorie, fear of losing intermingling with my thoughts as I began to speak. “Remember the night we sat by the fire, Megan?” My voice trembled with the weight of the memory. “The stars above us, and you told me about your dreams? You said you wanted to explore the world, to see places you have never seen before.” I allowed the memories to flow like a river, recounting the moments that had bound us together, the laughter, the tears, the challenges we had faced as a team. The story of our love unfolded before me, and with each word, I could almost feel her listening, her presence rekindled by the power of our shared history.

"I am not seeing him. Not laughing with him or walking side by side with him. It hurts me to see his face in my dreams but not in real life. It hurts me to have his things but he doesn't have them" "Casey, baby, he will be walking with you side by side until the day you die. He always will, and he will always be with you in a special place. No one can take away the memories you shared or the heartbreak you're going through but you've got so many memories of him. They aren't all caught on camera but your mom has a whole album of photos of you two from 10 years ago, dating back to when you left home. Photos you both sent over-there are beautiful, funny, and weird photos in their books and they

The eternal memorial to the being who started everything. "You have volunteered for the Great Remembering," Spring said solemnly. "You will experience our history. Will feel our struggles. Will understand our costs. This is not entertainment. This is not spectacle. This is sacred memory. This is profound truth. This is our history made visceral. You will feel pain. Will experience fear. Will understand loss. You will suffer things you never actually suffered. Will face threats you never actually faced. Will endure struggles you never actually endured. This is difficult. This is challenging. This is potentially traumatic. But this is also necessary. This is important. This is how you truly un

As she looked at her reflection, a tiny, buried fragment of a memory suddenly flashed in her mind. It wasn't a car crash or a hospital room. It was a memory of a small, sunlit office. An older man with graying hair—her father—was laughing, handing her a silver fountain pen. *“This company is your birthright, Lily,”* his voice echoed clearly in her mind. *“Never let anyone tell you that you don’t belong in that boardroom.”* Lily’s breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the vanity, her vision blurring as the memory faded as quickly as it had arrived. It was the first real piece of her past that had returned without someone else telling her about it.

*Harley’s POV Memories are scary. They have the power to haunt you every time you close your eyes. I have my share of bad memories too. The recall starts in simple ways — like the moment in first grade when Kevin Lewinsky dropped noodles on my head, or the time in secondary school when Nina and Jesse got their first boyfriends while no one asked me out, or the time when I had to change myself completely in high school only to find out that I was a victim for stalkers to follow me home, or the day when I came home from prom with my Dad only to find out that my sister was gone forever.

“You came to see me that day. You wanted to have lunch, but I was too busy. I sent you away. Then I got the call that you were hit by a car.” “I wanted to have lunch with you that day. Is that all I wanted?” “No. You said you needed to tell me something. Why?” “I feel like there’s something I’m missing. It just doesn’t make sense to me that the doctors wanted me to remember on my own. The only time they do that is if they are worried about what the patient may remember. Like if they remember something traumatic. What am I missing?” “We should talk to your doctors before we go any further.”