More Than Memories Novels & Stories

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

"Reporting to Captain Schneider! We have conducted a thorough investigation of the memory source and there are no signs of it being altered!" The technician paused before continuing, "According to brainwave theory, the retrieved memories are from the host's deepest and unforgettable recollections…" Before he could finish, the giant screen started to vibrate violently with a sharp screech of the electrical current, and an indescribable pain pierced my soul! It felt like numerous steel needles were stabbing deep inside me and stirring madly within. I curled up into a ball from the pain but could not make a sound. When the pain finally ended, the screeching from the electrical current stopped,

"Because once the memory extractor starts, the high-frequency pulses will make every bone in your body feel like it has been crushed a thousand times over. After that, you will not get another chance to explain yourself." My face went white. I thrashed against the hands holding me. "Claire, no! "You cannot extract my memories!" Claire seized my wrist, her teeth clenched. "Now you're afraid? "Too bad. "I have to get justice for Lily." Tears blurred my vision. "Claire, please listen to me. My memories cannot be shown. You will regret this." Claire laughed once, sharp and bitter. Her eyes were bloodshot when she leaned closer. "Regret?

LIVIA (CHIARA) I was taught how to remember before I was taught what was worth remembering. They never explained it that way, of course. They used gentler words. Words that sounded like care. Support. Training. Recovery. They told me memory was a muscle, and like any muscle, it needed to be exercised. They told me forgetting was a symptom, not a choice. They told me remembering was a responsibility. I believed them because believing was easier than noticing what belief was costing me. At first, they asked me questions with answers.

He turned toward her. “When imbalance reaches threshold, reality shifts.” “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” Silence. “You remember dying.” Her throat tightened. “Yes.” “You remember correcting.” “Yes.” “And you believe that makes you unique.” A pause. “It doesn’t.” Her heart pounded. “How many?” He tilted his head slightly. “How many what?” “How many cycles?” A soft exhale. “This isn’t the second.” The world narrowed. “How many?” “Enough.” Fragmented Memory Explained “Memory retention,” he continued calmly, “is a side effect.”

she called, waiting for him to look up and meet her gaze. “Which of your favours would I dare deny?” She said, her voice barely audible, filled with emotion. “From college till now, you’ve always been there for me, even when I’ve done nothing to repay you. You let me lean on you, cry on your shoulder... You carry my burdens alongside yours, even when yours are suffocating you.” As she spoke, memories of her past flooded back—the painful moments, the times Maxwell had been her rock. She recalled how he’d put up with her antics in college, sponsored half her med school tuition, and even landed her a job at the highest-paying hospital.

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

CHAPTER 19 OLIVIA O L I V I A Memories. Memories. Memories. I don't actually know if the memories I hold in my head are even real or just my imagination. Memories. Memories. Memories. I always envied people who have such wonderful memories to look back to and smile about when they get older. Memories. Memories. Memories. I dont think I could ever smile onto the memories I have left. Memories. Memories.