Rush Memories Novels & Stories

I ate, slept, and lived alone, not thinking of her once. That convinced me that I was over it until insomnia hit me, relentless and unforgiving. Sleep evaded me night after night. I turned to pills, hoarding them until one desperate evening, I downed the entire bottle with a chaser of whiskey. There was no sharp pain, just a numb emptiness, like life had lost all meaning. As my consciousness faded, I dreamed of her for the first time since she'd left. It was snowing, the cold biting deep. Nora appeared as her 17-year-old self, draping a red jacket over my shoulders. "How are you still such a mess at your age? Take care of yourself."

“First of all, why can’t I remember anything from the past year? Nothing. It’s like it’s been wiped clean.” Doctor Jared sighed. “You have developed what we call retrograde amnesia,” he explained gently. “Your memories from before the accident haven’t fully settled into long-term storage yet, especially the recent ones. Older memories, things from years ago, are stored deeper in the brain, so they remain intact. But the events from last year are temporarily blocked.” “Will they come back?” I asked. That was the only thing that mattered. How was I supposed to live day to day knowing parts of my own life were missing? The people I met, the decisions I made, the investments, relationships, ever

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

fun memories with him. Have you forgotten that I was once a maid in this pack? He rarely noticed my presence except those times that he punished me or yelled in my face.' I said to the physician and he looked defeated. It was the truth though. I couldn't think of any fun memories that were worth remembering. Zachary and I had been through several huddles ever since the first day I sensed him to be my mate. I couldn't tell if I was the one that brought chaos to my mate's life or if he was also as unlucky as I was fated to be. 'That's all I could think of, Luna. I'm sorry." The old physician said before leaving me to be swallowed up by my thoughts. What am I meant to do now? "You can try to r

Otherwise, someone as resilient as Hesper wouldn't have lost control of her tears in front of others. Hesper took a deep breath, acknowledging her loss of composure earlier. The medication Charles had given her had been remarkably effective, swiftly bringing her memories flooding back. These included dark and haunting memories that replayed in her mind. Simultaneously, Professor Miles's theory had been confirmed—Hesper indeed had hyperthymesia, and all those memories remained vividly in her mind. Hesper managed to regain her composure, choosing the most logical response.

Countless moments, countless memories of Haven and me, of a life I thought I'd long forgotten. Ramses appeared at my side, his usual wisecracking demeanor subdued as he took in my evident distress. He didn't offer any words of comfort, seemingly understanding that I needed silence to process the maelstrom of memories besieging my mind. The sheer volume of recollections was staggering – thousands, tens of thousands, each one a distinct moment in time, a snapshot of a life I thought I'd left behind. Years, decades, centuries – the timeline blurred as memories of Haven and me together flooded my consciousness.

In that moment, a flood of memories from four years ago washed over me, each one resurfacing with vivid clarity. The room became a canvas upon which the past unfolded, revealing a tapestry of emotions and events that had shaped my life. In the enchanting realm of memories, four years ago, I held the illustrious title of Missus Summer Ramey Carter, a bewitching embodiment of grace and elegance. Amidst of my existence, I was entangled in a profound love, a love that tragically eluded the discerning eyes of a man unable to fathom the depths of my intrinsic value. As memories kept flashing back, a sudden noise and the sound of a slamming door jerked me out of my painful daydream.

“I’m not sure. I wish I could remember my real name.” “Give it time.” “You seem so sure of that.” “I am, but until then, we need to discuss what you should do until your memory returns.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we have cleared you for the most part. We can’t find anything wrong with you.” “But I can’t remember anything about myself.” “As we told you before, that’s because you have Retrograde Amnesia. With this condition, your memories can resurface at any time.” “Or never.” “It does you no good to think that way.”

She picked up the cooler to pack to the kitchen, and she saw a note under it. “I am sorry I have to do this, Tasha. I enjoy every moment with you, and I wished I can stay with you forever. Thank you for your kindness and the smile you always offer. I want to follow your advice, so I will find peace and I can claim what is mine. I love everything about you, and I wish you will continue to smile till we meet again. But please don’t force yourself to cry if you don’t feel like…” “Cry when necessary. Eat, sleep, and enjoy your life in any way you can. If you hear my whisper at the Karaoke, what I said is true…”

“Not good!” Inside the ring, Cedric transmitted a message to Andrius, his voice tinged with fear. “If I’m not mistaken, the pool in front is the source of the Water of Remembrance. According to legend, the Water of Remembrance can be used to awaken a person’s memories by searching through the river of time. “Furthermore, when the source of the Water of Remembrance is drunk in large quantities, it can let the drinker comprehend the mysteries of the universe in the river of time, bringing about endless benefits.”