My Little Amnesia: Fluttershy Novels & Stories

Don't be sad anymore, hold my bear and stop crying, she is fluffy, cute like me, These were the kid's exact words years ago when she caught me trying to jump off the building. I sat on the bed squeezing my eyes shut, my head ached as I tried to force the memories back but there was nothing. Just words, tears, and her smile as she ripped off fluffy's ear for me. My heart broke and I felt more disgusted with myself, I couldn't believe that I plotted against and hurt the person that saved me that night, Amara. Amara and the girl are the same person. The realization hit me and I felt my insides sink as the horror drowned me, will she remember me? Even if it's just fragments of memories like I h

"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.

Amelia whispered defiantly, grounding herself in these real experiences, each precious recollection buoying her spirit against the suffocating shadows. Suddenly, the jagged memories began to warp, like glass cracking under pressure. The monstrous faces morphed and blurred, losing their authority over her as she summoned the power of her true self. She pushed through the fog, feeling the vibrant essence of who she truly was clashing against the manipulative hold of Mnemosyne.

* She allowed Elara to guide her back onto the bed, her mind racing faster than her pounding heart. “Elara,” she whispered, forcing her new voice to sound weak and bewildered. “I… I remember the fall. A sharp pain… then nothing. Everything… everything is foggy. Who… who am I? Where are we?” Playing amnesia was a cliché, but in this cliché-filled world, it might just work. She needed time to understand her situation, to gather information without revealing the terrifying truth.

. My heartbeat slows to near untraceable, my temperature starts to drop below normal ranges and I don’t appear to be breathing. It is just a response to keep me alive, a way for my natural healing to kick in at an accelerated rate. It has never taken more than a day before…” everyone was lost for words so I continued… “But yes, I do remember last week. You don’t?” I looked at Mila confused. “Last thing I remember is you shouting at me to get down, and then nothing. After that all I remember is Chris coming in the room… Mum says that it’s the shock. A type of forced amnesia” she sat beside me and stroked Zachie’s hair. “We were just sitting downstairs, talking and playing with Zachie. Ezra ca

I was suddenly tempted to ruin the perfection of her skin with the harsh touch of my fingers, or perhaps even with my teeth against the side of her throat. It's strange how your head can forget things. I gazed into her eyes, glimmering from the alcohol, a wide grin stretching across her face, and I could barely recall Amy's features. She was once so deeply etched in my mind, her absence dominating my thoughts, but now her memory seemed hazy, fading into the background. I struggled to remember her smile, the sound of her voice, or anything at all... As I stared into Lilianna's eyes, Amy's memories grew fainter, like distant echoes fading into silence.

“No, it will make her uncomfortable…” Ansh mumbled as he clenched her hands which was dying to get a hold of Shama. Just then thousand little fireflies came out of nowhere. They surrounded Shama and circled around her. Shama looked at them in wonder. “It’s time that we return to our original forms…” A voice whispered as Shama’s eyes starting becoming heavy and her vision became hazy. “Shama…Shama…” She could Ansh shouting. “Ansh…I…will meet you again…I…I don’t want…to leave you…”

"The company is really in crisis now. It truly needs your help." "You wouldn't want to see the company you built with your own hands collapse, would you?" Seeing old friends come to plead with me, I asked, "Do you all know that Anthony's amnesia was fake?" Faced with my question, everyone fell silent. I saw it clearly—there was no surprise in their eyes, only regret. Bracing my hands on the table, I burst out laughing. So it wasn't just Anthony who had betrayed me. Even my colleagues and friends of many years had helped him hide it from me.

The three of them quietly stepped outside, closed the door and headed for the doorway. The hallway of Lily’s room was the meeting point. “I don’t like this.”Amber spoke first . “Lily forgetting everything after getting into Clara’s car doesn’t make sense.” Maltilda folded her arms. “ Of course it doesn’t ….” “I don’t think she forgot it because of fear , it isn’t ordinary fear either. She remembers leaving school, she remembers seeing Clara, and then everything disappears.” Rex leaned against the wall. “I know Clara did something.” Neither woman argued, Amber instead asked,

" You're in New York City Miss, can you please tell me your name? " " My name is... " I frown, scratching my nape, wincing alittle at the pain in my hand. "I can't remember, I can't remember my name. Oh my God, who am I? Do I have.... " " It's okay miss, don't stress yourself out, I'm sure you're suffering from temporary Amnesia. Your memories will come back, you just have to take it easy. There's someone here to see you" " Someone? " Oh better tell me it's Aris cause I might end up killing anyone right now. I laid back on the bed and pretended I was staring at the ceiling, just like a patient will do.