More Than Memories Novels & Stories

she smiles at me. "Do you think someone can be incapable of loving?" "No," she chuckles, her gentle laughter echoing through the bedroom. "No?" I repeat her with a tilted head. "Man is the only kind on this Earth that can have this improved brain. We think, move, breathe, sleep... feel. Because of the brain. And the brain has the ability to store and remember lots of information, including memories. The brain is something truly unique. It can delete pieces of information that it considers as less important. But memories that left stronger feelings in you can be stored in the memory for long. Really long. That's why your grandma might remember in perfect detail the first time she saw your gra

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

She asked and leaned back in her chair. "There's not much to talk about." Alissa dodged. “I had a lovely childhood and I have fond memories of it. My parents loved each other and we were a happy little family. Then when I was sixteen my father died, my mother couldn't stand it alone and a short time later got married again. But this man wasn't nearly as loving as my father. At some point I couldn't take it at home any longer and I ran away. ”She took a moment and Hannah looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry. But what did you do when you weren't home? You were still so young, didn't you have to go to school? "

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.

He argued with me. “Look, as soulmates, she’ll feel the pull, too. Once she learns what we are, she’ll understand. Nothing will go wrong, she just needs to spend time with us. With her losing her memories, we are now on even footing with Zach.” I told him. “Dude, that’s a fucked up way to think with her not being able to remember anything.” He said. “That may be true, but it’s the reality of the situation.” I explained.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.