More Than Memories Novels & Stories

So, what can you do? "My enhancement name is Memories... I think that's self-explanatory." "Wait... last time I used you, I was seeing the future, and you told me you'd show tomorrow? How is that related to memories?" "I was only trying to show the memories of your future self. I concluded it was the most befitting choice." "Woah... That's convenient, but can I use 'memories' on others?" "Yes, but you have to touch their foreheads."

What if it was more than a dream? What if it was memory?

“To remember people and events?” “I don’t need photos for that. The memories are here.” Alex tapped the side of his forehead. “Everyone’s memories fade. Photos don’t.” At least, not digital ones. “Not mine.” He set his empty glass on the coffee table, his eyes dark. “I have a superior memory.” My snort slipped out before I could stop it. “Someone has a high opinion of himself.” That earned me a shadow of a smirk. “I’m not bragging. I have hyperthymesia, or HSAM. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. Look it up.”

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)

I tell them. Glancing at Lee, I notice his confused expression. "How?" He asks. "Hypnosis." I state. "I've learnt that it helps one recover their lost memories." "Snow. Don't stress too much about this. You need to be completely healed and healthy before you think of doing anything else." Lee tells me. "I'm fine Lee."

Max Memories are a strange notion. I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

What on earth! My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the sudden rush of memories. The images played in my mind like a movie, the intensity of that passionate night flooding back to me. I couldn't believe how vivid and captivating those moments were. Confused and intrigued, I couldn't help but wonder why that memory had resurfaced so abruptly. Was it a sign? Or just a random occurrence? I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something significant about it. Taking a deep breath, I decided to embrace the unexpected surge of emotions and memories. Perhaps there was a reason behind it, a lesson to be learned or a new chapter waiting to unfold. I was determined to explore the depths

GIOVANNI I stood frozen in disbelief as I stared at the matte black Lora Piano bag and cashmere sweater now swallowed by empty water bottles and greasy napkins. She didn't even wait to see my reaction, she simply turned, grabbed her friend, then disappeared into the hallway not even sparing me a glance. “Ouch,” Nathan drawled, stepping out from the shadow of the hallway, his voice filled with amusement. “ Gio, it seems your charms are malfunctioning. You might want to get that checked out before midterms. Could be terminal”