My Memoir Novels & Stories

I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall. "Oh…" I suddenly gasped in realization, deliberately letting myself trail off before flashing an innocent smile. "So that was you—I'm so sorry, but like you said, it happened twenty years ago. It was so long ago that I've forgotten it. See, as I've accomplished so much important research work day after day, who has time to remember such… trivialities?"

She must've heard the rumors too but she looked as though she didn't care, and she even stood up for me. "You can tell me what happened if you want, I don't believe those things though." She replied. "I don't remember what happened, my mind draws a blank when I try to recall what happened," I explained. I didn't understand what was happening and why everything was happening to me. I needed to find out. "I have to go to the library," I said walking ahead with Hailey following closely behind me. As I scanned through the books on the shelves, my eyes landed on a book standing tall on the shelf, on it was boldly written 'MEMORIES.'

” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me. "I told you before ." He opens his eyes. " How?" I ask between my teeth. I feel like time is running out. —Initiates the memory places of the mind, clears the fog and places photos of the specialists in fear in the center,— finally begins to speak. I composed the book to see if anyone else similar to me had seen them before. I thought I could reveal it, a work to incite... someone else's memory. They would see the cover, the indication of a memory, they would take the book, they would read it, the suffocated memories would rise to the top and then they would follow their direction towards me to find more, he clarifies almos

I knew he was talking about Damien who was still there. I went back to my bed. Minnie was not there anymore. She had gone back to her quarters that very night we were done so as not to rouse suspicion. I sat gently on the bed, pondering all what my mind had gone through this morning. First there was the thought of me having dominion over all wolves, then there was me recalling the events of my childhood were my memory completely blanked out after I caught my father and Aariv in a deep discussion about a book and a framed photo. I laid down on my pillow, closing my eyes and concentrating hard. I tried to relive that moment again but the same thing happened. I listened to the exact conversatio

Dear Readers, As I sit down to write these words, my heart is overflowing with gratitude. This book — my very first — is more than just a story. It is a piece of my soul, carved out over years of unexpected challenges, personal storms, and quiet triumphs. There were moments when life felt too heavy, when writing seemed impossible, and yet, somehow, I kept returning to these pages.

“Whatever you want to tell me. I’ll make it ready for you. I’ll give you a starter question and then you take it from there. Uh, let’s see. Where are you from?” “Well I was born Japan. I moved to Virginia when I was 8 and then when I turned 16 we moved to New York and I’ve been there ever since.” I tell him. “Wow, so you’re family did a lot of moving huh?” He asks. “Yeah my dad was a Marine so we moved quite a bit until he and my mom divorced. When the divorce was finalized mom picked New York and that’s where we remained.” I tell him. I don’t really want to get into my childhood issues because that’s a part of the past that I’d rather not open.

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.

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

I looked at his body, which was covered in bandages, and said gently, "Thank you for saving me." He shook his head. "That was what I had to do." After falling silent for a while, he asked softly, "Liv, have you seen my diary?" I nodded. "Do you still remember… those memories?" He looked at me with a conflicted look in his eyes. I grinned. "Yeah, but it's over now." He was stunned to hear this. "Over?" "Yeah. Those were great memories, but they will remain just memories," I said with composure.

Inside, the journal lay open on her desk, a new entry scribbled in bold, steady lines: "Day 1 of recalling who I am. And who I've always been, even when forgotten.”