Reminisce Book Novels & Stories

She raised an eyebrow at it as she looked at it. "Should we postpone the up coming fifty years anniversary of AIC?" She asked again. "Why did you ask? Isn't that your job?" She asked Jade hotly. "Because it's near Ma'am," She replied. She knew it was near but how could that be celebrated if Grandpa was comatose.

She read the short notice. ‘I should be a traveler at this point and not some professor and writer.’ she lamented, envisioning a flight before she went back to the dining. Ren re-emerge from the shower, his youth now visible although the baby cheeks are still lingering. ‘Did I ever bring Ren to Boston once? I don’t remember.’ “I’ll call someone tomorrow then.”

"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.

You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember. Kindly comment on your feedback, I would love to read them and use them to reflect on my writing and strive to be better. This is the third book I am going to write for the year 2021, and I hope you'll enjoy reading this and enjoy another journey with Zhanaia and Dion. Long life, Mickeys! xx Mics Artemia xx

I shrug my shoulder. Remiel looks down at the floor, his hand covering his eyes as he shakes his head, mumbling about no good demons and their clutter. “It will be fine.” I tell him, determination in my tone. “We will find this book in no time.” I hope. The color green flashes in my mind, a gift from Zaz in the dark recesses of my mind. “Green!” I shout out loud, startling Remiel as he continues to look around. He turns towards me in confusion. “I think the book is green.” I tell him more quietly. He nods his head, turning back to the books to search for ones that are green.

As I suffer and endure life is hard. I don't want to remember them anymore.. but why when I forgot them. Then they suddenly appear. All her pain and suffering just come back to them. It's like a bad nightmare. I wish I had just wished it was all just a dream. But not. They make me look miserable.

Or rather, if it hadn’t found her. Thunder rumbled, closer now, though the sun still shone. Unbidden, her eyes went to the picture of the woodsman standing in the doorway, staring up out of the page at her and making her yearn. "Repressed memories," she said softly. "That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?" What kind of book is this, anyway? Pearl asked herself. She needed to know more.

That made the existence of déjà vu as important as remembering how many ants someone saw in a day. Leonore returned to where Artemisia was holding a book with the red cover. The red leather was so vivid that it looked like the witch had used magic to make the blood stand firm so that the cover of that book would be made with it. Just like that room, the book brought the young woman a sense of nostalgia, but then she noticed a difference between the two things. As much as Artemisia didn't know what that déjà vu was attached to, whether it was something good or easily passable as an entrance for the girl to be thrown into a madhouse, it wasn't something that made the young woman feel like lett

She opened the wardrobe and instantly fell in love with the wardrobe she used to think was full of rags. She couldn't believe what she saw. She looked at it densely for minutes and smiled at it. She couldn’t remember the last time she arranged her clothes in the wardrobe and there she was standing; looking at everything neat. She gently touched every part of the wardrobe like her hand was dirty and she didn't want to stain the wardrobe. She closed the wardrobe and ran outside to the dining room. She stood guiltily for minutes and summoned all her confidence to move closer. She stood in his front like a criminal in front of the judge and pleaded. "I am sorry,"

God, this brain of mine. I'm really out of focus these days. I looked for a flashlight to see what was behind the bookshelf. But my eyes widened to see a doorknob shining and shimmering through my sight when the light hit the steel.