More Than Memories Novels & Stories

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

“So she will have to fight all the good memories.” “Yes.” The scientist stated as he turned his attention back to his laptop. “So your daughter will treat her good right?.” The man inquired with narrowed eyes. “She will. Unlike your cousin my daughter actually likes to enjoy life and will teach your niece how to enjoy like too.” The man stated confidently. “If she gets her memories back than she will know something is wrong instantly.” The young man stated with pressed lips. “That is true.” Mumble murmurs went around the room. The man with the smokers voice didn’t seem fazed, he actually smiled big as he looked at everyone.

"I would never. In my eyes you are the most guarded person I have ever met. You are perfect, smart and the sexiest woman I want to get to know more of. In fact, one of these days even if it takes me waiting forever, I want you to open up to me. I want you to be free around me, Alex I am going no where for as long as you will have me. Mhmm. If you do not want to talk I have an idea that is bound to be fun (he wiggled his brows before giving her a playful wink) ... Since you do not want to talk. You here. I am here. In order to pass time we can-" He leads forward. Jumping out of his embrace laughing she fell on the floor. She did not fall hard enough it hurt, even if it did she was distracted

He couldn't. Hope surged through my veins as I hurriedly picked up the second bottle and turned it to read its label. Remembro. And, that's was when all that was glued back together with hope. Shattered all over again. Pieces of me laid there on the floor. Shattered. Tears brimming in the corner of my eyes, making them shine. Remembro is an illegal drug in Eleneas. It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things.

I wondered if they would feel sorry or guilty for killing me. The extraction of my memories began during my childhood. For some reason, I couldn’t remember much. I watched in delight, but Roger’s patience ran thin. “What the hell is this? I’m not interested in her childhood memories. Just skip to the part with Casey in it.” The scientist was caught in a dilemma. “Memories are extracted in chronological order, so we can’t search for specific memories. However, I can prioritize her most memorable experiences.” Caleb slammed the table. “Well? Just do it. Casey hasn’t been gone for long, so the memory must still be fresh for Willow.”

"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." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

PHOEBE I spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind trapped in a chaotic, unending loop of ocean-blue eyes and haunted confessions. Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. The man literally couldn’t forget a single bad day if he tried. Every slight, every grief, every scratch on a wall or tone of voice was locked away in his brain in permanent, unyielding high-definition. It was mind-blowing, it’s exciting yet I could guess how exhausting it might also be. I couldn’t even remember what I’d eaten for breakfast last Thursday, and my entire childhood before the age of ten was just a blank, velvety void of nothingness—a biological mercy file my brain had apparently decided to delete fo

The one dominating my memories. Dane.

Suddenly, the projected memories began to shake violently. Alarmed, a technician shouted, "Sir, there's a memory buried in the deepest layer of her brain. If we force it out, she may become a vegetable!" Chris's pupils quivered. "You're still resisting?" he demanded coldly. "Is that person really worth it?" When I remained silent, his fury erupted. "Push the device deeper! I want to see how long she can keep hiding the truth!" The technicians dared not defy him. They advanced the instrument. I felt the needle pierce into my brainstem. Pain exploded like a tidal wave, and darkness crept into my vision.

m. And this time— It wasn’t about memory. It was about now.