Mission Memories Novels & Stories

He said hoarsely with a voice that contained anger. I nodded my head. “I'm sure that they already retained their memories just like ours. Since the Lord God won't do something unfair treatment. I'm sure that if we ever retained our memories back, it would also be the same with Patrick and Marva. However, those people who died in the past because of the war, don't need to retain their memories since they got their life back in this life, while those who were alive in that time—which are less than a hundred, will also continue to live until the end even if there would be any war that would happen in this life. Am I right, dear?”

to Aaron Miles. And running might be the only way to remember why.

The memory made me feel both better and worse- better because it taught me that he really never did blame me for the Crash, worse because it made me miss him so much more- I stayed in that memory for a long time, just relishing the feeling of that hug. Mirele was right about it being tangible. While I couldn't literally feel it, my mind remembered what it was like, which was a close second. It was like ghost pain from a missing tooth... my brain remembered what had once been, in such exquisite detail. This made me wonder what else I could feel from my memories. This wasn't the time to find out, but it might make me feel better. Eventually. Mirele came to get me when the others were ready. "H

I whispered, fear tightening my throat. "Memory loss, especially due to trauma, is unpredictable. Some memories may come back in flashes, triggered by a smell, a sound, or a place. Others may never return. The goal isn't necessarily to force the memories back but to heal and find peace, whether or not those memories resurface." I nodded slowly, trying to absorb her words. "So, what do we do now? How do we start?"

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

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."

We got to the place where the burial was held. There were quite a lot of people present, Rolly’s friends whom I last met at my wedding. I couldn’t hold my tears. I decided to put on my shades and went closer to the event. I felt all eyes were on me when I walked closer. Some people came to my family to hug and show condolences. We sat down as the procession started, a little sermon and condolence messages from different dignitaries. Pictures of all the armies who died during the war were laid including my husband as well as roses on each portrait. After the sermon, we were asked to stand and show respect as we walked to each portrait and dropped our flowers. When I got to my husband’s portra

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "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."

This is not the town I grew up with. "You looked surprised to our town, Aliyah. Is it true that you lost some of your memories?" Gail asked. "Yes, I forget almost all of my old memories," I lied because I am not really sure what happened. I did change a lot of things. "Is that so? Don't worry I will make you remember all of your forgotten memories. Your mom said that you are coming back to work just yet." I still don't have plans too. I still need to know what really happened. I still have many questions, although some of them are already answered, it is still blurry in my mind. I really can't connect the pieces of puzzles they are giving to me.

But tonight, she felt nothing but numbness. She found it absurd. Theodore did have desires and emotions. They just never had anything to do with her. Leaning against the frigid wall, she suddenly remembered the first time she met Theodore. She was 20 years old that year. Her brother, Elijah Arden, had taken her to a gala at a private club to introduce her to his best friend. That day, Theodore wore a pale tailored suit adorned with a diamond pin and a rosary wrapped around his wrist. Amid a room full of decadent socialites, he sat with only a cup of tea before him, a stark contrast to the surrounding excess.