Remembering Book Novels & Stories

She gets to what looks like the smallest book in the session and she hears a whisper. As she brings her finger back to the book she hears, “Yes!” She grabs it and she opens it. It's so small she reads it within a few hours. She goes at it in awe. She retreads it and is still shocked and blown away by how much valuable information this tiny book contains. She's about to put it away when she hears, “Memorize it!” Jolene repeats, “Memorize?” The voice repeats, “Learn it, live it, love it!”

Something told me she wasn't telling me everything, more like she wanted me to find out by myself. Then I remembered the mysterious book from the library, “And also there was a book in the library, it was empty but it wrote on its own.” “Wheres the book now?” I strained my head trying to remember clearly what happened but my head banged and I whimpered in pain. “Stop it Astraea, don't stress.” I took a deep breath, trying to process her words. The idea of my memories was both terrifying and fascinating, and it brought a strange sense of déjà vu that I couldn't ignore.

I walked around, idly scanning the book spines as my mind traveled back to the books Olivia used to read at that auditorium eleven years ago. The first book she forgot, David B. Steinman’s Bridges and Their Builders, I took home and only returned days later to the exact chair she’d left it. She apparently noticed and started to ‘forget’ more books; The Nature Of the Physics World, An Introduction to Mathematics, The Human use of Human Beings, and more books I assumed were her favorites she wanted me to read too. And the whole time, we never said a word to each other, till that prom night.

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

I'll explain it all to you. Why can't I remember him? Something must be wrong with me, terribly wrong. "Okay, I'm ready." I slid my hands from under his. When he opened the book, it was a picture of him and a woman that looked like me. It was weird like I thought it would be. I stared at the picture, and for a short moment, I felt I'd known him. But I've learned a lot of things that I can't remember. I touched the 8x10 photograph and wondered what kind of life the girl smiling in this picture had with this man.

, I explained, digging my hands into my head and hissing out of frustration Just then, something clicked in my head and immediately, I froze in my tracks. “Was I having a messed memory now? Or was I beginning to forget things?” I silently asked myself as I drifted off in thoughts. The book had gone missing in the library…not here in the room. How could I have forgotten something as sensitive as that? “The book was not here…it was in the library”, I said under my breath as I scampered off to the library, hoping that it was opened for me to do my search.

A faint line appeared across one of the blank pages. Not ink. More like light flowing beneath paper. It curved slowly, forming what resembled part of a circle before fading again. Valerie frowned. "It isn't writing." Evelyn stepped closer. "No." "It remembers." Valerie traced the fading line with her eyes. "Can books remember?" "They can if they were never meant to be books." Silence followed. The answer sounded impossible. Yet nothing about the Origin Book had behaved like an ordinary object since she first touched it. It had never simply contained information.

Iris's POV When she mentioned that she couldn't remember her family, I suggested we take a break and talk about the issue at hand. I was sure it had something to do with the book. “When did you notice that you couldn't remember anything about your family?” I asked. “Let's say…some years after I was sucked into the book. It's like after each day of torture, a part of my memories gets wiped away. But I do know that I have a family. Who they are, I can't seem to remember. Who I was, I don't know.” She punched the neatly trimmed grass frustratingly.

But easier wasn’t always healing. She took it to the counter. When she got home, she set the book on her table, unopened. It stayed there for days staring back at her, daring her to read, daring her to remember. Across town, Liam didn’t realize he’d left that receipt behind. He’d gone to that same bookstore a week earlier, chasing distraction. He wasn’t supposed to be there either. But sometimes, you end up in familiar places without meaning to pulled by habits your heart still remembers.