More Memoir Novels & Stories

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

He thought back to the past, and he saw Naomi working diligently in the office six years ago in his mind's eye. Naomi had been his first female secretary. She was highly competent, attentive, and had never once made any careless mistakes on the job. Additionally, she had cared for him meticulously in his daily life. After the car accident left him paralyzed, she had stayed by his side without complaint. Without her encouragement and care, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly. That night, he had been drunk and forced himself on her. So, why had he stubbornly believed she had seduced him on purpose?

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

I remembered that I also needed to speak to dad and stop him from talking about me with Nick. I prefer being a private person and I have closed off a lot of things with good reason. I can’t relate to people because of the void I have. I always feel out of place when people share their past. I can only talk about the life I had after the accident and it’s not pleasant because it took time for me to adjust. I have tried thinking harder like what people assume and it ends up giving me a migraine. I want to remember but the pieces never fall in place. At this point, I will need a miracle to remember. *****

So, I shoved my ex-boyfriend and said coldly, "You're right, Shawn. We're over. If we get out of here alive, fire me." I looked at the sky and ran off. Queenie tried to come after me, but Shawn stopped her. "Let her. She'll come back when the rain comes." My future ex-colleagues nodded. "Yep. It's an abandoned island. She's just a charlatan with no skills. She'll have to come back for food." "Speaking of which, let's find some."

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

She moved slower now, her body reminding her that time was short. "I'm going to die soon," she said one evening. Not dramatic — just a statement. "I know." "Are you ready?" "No." "Neither am I. But I'm not afraid." --- The waves crashed. The stars shone. And somewhere inside the house, two women held onto each other. Not because they were afraid. Because they'd learned that the memoir is not about what you did — it's about who you became. And Celeste had become someone worth remembering. End of Chapter 191

“Lauren said you wanted to see me because you remembered something?” “Yes, I remembered seeing you grabbing my husband’s secretary by the arm and yelling at her.” “Is that right?” “That’s right.” “Well, I’m sure if you speak to Karen, she will tell you that we had a little misunderstanding and that was it.” “You see, that wasn’t it. I also remember why I was here that day my son died.” “Are you saying your memory has come back?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” “I see.” Dr. Ward says as he gets up from his chair, locks his office door, and then sits on the edge of his desk.”

“This is what your grandmother remembers. What your uncle whispered before he passed. What your teacher never got to publish. This is where you write what the world tried to change.” She placed the book on the table and left it open. No guard watched over it. Just a pen. And a blank page. Kaya didn’t sleep much during the third week. She found herself pacing the empty hallways of the Geneva annex, passing the names on the wall, the echo of old stories in her ears. The walls were filled with names of operatives, collaborators, and civilians once erased restored by testimony and the Doctrine. But now even those names felt unstable. What happens, she wondered, when remembrance becomes a game of

I was scrolling through the reports when I found an email from the college girl who’d met me earlier in the day. “Hi, Ms. Meyers! I’m grateful you have me the opportunity to get an interview. I look forward to hearing your amazing story...” it read. As I read through the mail, an idea flashed through my mind. What if I documented Jared’s everyday experiences for the purpose of memory keeping? That way he’d still have his memories, but on a hard drive. I smiled at the thought. At the same time, another idea slipped into my head. I thought about the interview Abby Delaney was asking for and figured I could write something more personal, a memoir of my experience—the kidnap, the loss of my sens