Nam Flashbacks Novels & Stories

I watch in horror as her white fur disappears and a naked Nari starts convulsing , just as a sharp pain followed by a burning pain that spreads all over my body , just before darkness swallows my subconscious , as my eyes close the sight of her body thrashing on the floor is the last thing I see . **End of Flashback** As the flashback in my mind fades my eyes fly open to find I am in some kind of dungeon or cell . The smell of old blood and faeces burns the inside of my nose , as I try to get my eyes to adjust to the dull light that is coming from down what looks like a corridor . On the other side I can see there are rows of cells much the same as this one . A growl rips from me as I am pok

Khalid snapped me back from my self induced trance, and suddenly I could hear the noise of music in the club again. “I just- I don’t know, do you ever get day time flashbacks?” I asked before lifting the small glass of bourbon to my lips. “It depends; If I let myself get too deep in thoughts then yes I get flashback.” He answered as he sat down on the sofa opposite me.

"And when I'm done with what I'm going to do, I'm going to come back. And I'm going to make sure you understand exactly who it was that did it." His eyes were wide and wet and I held his gaze until I was certain he understood every word. Then I stood up, found his horse tied at the tree line, and rode north without looking back. --- Two weeks on that road nearly finished what the coffin started. The flashbacks came without warning. A butcher's knife at a market stall and I was back on my knees in the square, the blade already falling. A man laughing too loud and suddenly I was inside Nessa's memory, inside her body in the way that had nothing to do with now, living through something she'd li

“I don’t feel connected to my siblings either.” I looked up. “But Clyde…” A small smile appeared on my face. “I feel so connected to him.” Sophia squeezed my hand. “You love him.” I nodded. Then my smile disappeared. “The flashbacks are getting worse.” Her expression tightened. “How bad?” “I get them everywhere.” I laughed nervously. “Looking in mirrors.” “Walking, during my sleep” I lowered my voice. “Even this morning, when Clyde and I were making love.” Shock flashed in her eyes. “Oh.”

(Translation: See I told you. Flashback ends

I don't even know if I am breathing! ~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~

FLASHBACK Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

“It’s your choice. Your lover’s life…” The cool tone of the doctor’s voice snapped me back to the present. “Nathan? Nathan, can you hear me?” I blinked, shaking my head to dispel the remnants of the memory. “Yes...yes, I’m here.” He studied me intently for a moment before speaking. “You drifted off for a moment there. You probably experienced a flashback due to the trauma. It’s not uncommon. Did you remember anything important?” I nodded slowly, not entirely willing to share the supernatural details. “I remember the crash, but I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay.”

He turned back to meet my gaze. I winced. “She’s out but should be back soon.” “Alright. Make sure you tell her everything I just said,” he replied, packing up his things. That fragments kept popping up. “Doctor, is it possible to have flashes of an image that aren't clear or identifiable?” He turns in his tracks to meet my gaze. “Yes, of course. That's great news and obviously a miracle that you can capture flashes.” His face lit up with excitement. “It means everything is going perfectly. You will continue to have flashes that come and go. They are fragments of your lost memories gradually resurfacing,” he replied, his tone filled with joy.

“Next time you’ll remember faster.” He untied the belt, let it fall to the floor, and walked out without another word, leaving Nathan kneeling in the middle of the room—wrists red, shoulders burning, tears dripping steadily onto the carpet. END OF FLASHBAC Nathan jerked awake on his bed, his heart racing, the phantom sting still echoing across his back. He pressed both palms to his eyes, breathing hard. The room was dark. The clock glowed 3:14 a.m. He hadn’t slept more than twenty minutes at a stretch all night.