Plastic Memories Novels & Stories

New Start My eyes were blurred by tears as I walked out from our house. My hands are shaking so badly that I am having a hard time opening my car. My first thought is to go to Maia's house. It's already late in the evening but I can't think of some place that I could stay in. Pearl's place is also not available as she is missing. I don't know where did she go. I was about to start the engine when I remembered that I forgot to bring my things with me. I need to get it. But I don't know how to go back there. My dad probably will throw or destroy my things if he sees me.

But it was like trying to hold water in their hands—the harder they gripped, the faster it slipped away. On the fourth day, Kaelen made a discovery that changed everything. He was comparing memory records when he noticed something strange. The memories weren't just fading—they were being replaced. Not with false memories, but with... templates. Generic stories that fit the same pattern. He showed Kaya. "Look. This man remembered his first kiss as a messy, awkward affair behind the schoolhouse. Now he remembers it as a perfect, romantic moment under a flowering tree. This woman remembered learning to swim by being thrown in the deep end by her brother. Now she remembers gentle lessons from he

“There’s a beverage section. So I ordered them.” I looked at him and then back at the cider. “You remembered? From just that one time?” He nodded, going back to the fridge. “I only have to see something once then I will never forget it.” He turned his head toward me. “Mer don’t forget things. Our memory doesn’t work like humans. If we see something once, we can identify it again, even years later.” That floored me. “That’s insane,” I said, proceeding toward the island, seriously impressed, thinking of how I would never have to study over and over again.

The war happening behind his eyes. "What exactly are you proposing?" "Mass memory alteration." I pulled the spray canister from my pocket. Shook it gently. "We replace the horrific memories with something benign. A lockdown drill. A gas leak. Something that explains why they're where they are without the trauma."

He announced and left the stage. "Thank you, dear husband," I said to him and then face the crowd. "Memories platform is a place for people with trauma, memories to come together and form new ones. The product is made for those who have low self-esteem about their skin, body, and appearance. Miss Anita, can you please come up with a sample of the product." I requested. Anita came to the stage with all her sweetness and handed over a bag containing the memories product to me. "Thank you, Anita," I said to her. She bows and left the stage.

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

She then made the statement the made me sigh in relief but left me in confusion. The test results were negative and Melisa was not one but two months pregnant, meaning that she was pregnant already at the night of the party. This also explained a few of her weird behaviors like how she was completely sober the night of the party. Melisa was one of those party animals who went wild during parties but on that day she was pretty laid back. I saw her holding plastic cups but I never saw her drinking. She was also pretty sober when we had sex that night.

Diana asked Xander. I had heard of the memory room. It was an area in the library where they stored magical orbs which contained memories. These orbs looked like small crystal balls and magic wielders used them to record and hold their memories of important events. The process involved transferring the memory of an event into the orb, and then unlocking it later using a specific spell to relive the experience as if one was there. I remembered my father had sent his collection there. The library’s curators didn’t have the power to access the memories, but they stored and protected them nonetheless. I thought the room was unlikely to hold those still since they were wielder-made and unnatural.

His body moved in faint, rhythmic motions over a doll lying beneath him. The doll's features appeared vivid in the flickering candlelight—almond eyes, cherry lips, and a beauty mark beneath the left eye. It looked just like his adoptive sister, Aveline Montclair. Calista bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. This was the third time she had stumbled upon this scene in secret. The first time, she bolted from the room. The second, she stayed awake the entire night. But tonight, she felt nothing but numbness.

His words came faster, like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff, too afraid to fall but too desperate to hold on. Marcus exhaled slowly, a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. “Adrian... amnesia from traumatic brain injury is unpredictable. Total retrograde means she lost everything before the accident. No episodic memories, no recognition. But the brain is plastic. Memories can resurface..fragments, triggers, emotions. Smells. Sounds. Faces. Places. Sometimes they come back slowly. Sometimes all at once. Sometimes... they don’t.” Adrian’s sob was quiet, broken, and it ripped through him, raw and uncontrollable. “But there’s a chance?” His voice was almost pleading now, the words barel