Rush Memories Novels & Stories

ouch. I came in to my father’s room, which was earlier my parent’s room. Suddenly all the memories came back like a quick flashback. I always thought about how powerful are memories. They can call any emotion any minute. They can make you cry, get in depression and just make your heart ache. But the other side can make you smile, raise your mood and make you feel grateful for every single thing that you have. This time memories nearly killed me, because suddenly I forgot how to breath and I let out the breathe that I didn’t know I was holding. I closed my eyes for a second to calm down but more flashbacks started haunting my mind. In the end, I screamed...

It was like the waves of sound travelled in my body inviting all my internal organs to jump making me feel a bit headache and dizzy. Blake laughed at me so hard that time. I told him that I won't get in and would go back home if he'd push me to get inside the house. So, we ended up staying our ass off in the garden together with some basketball players who were drinking alcohol. It was gross when I saw some party goers puking on the side. It caused me to flip my stomach while watching them over. It was gross and hilarious yet memorable. I smiled bitterly then shook my head to get rid of that sudden reminisce. I am training myself to forget him for the second time of our lives. No reason to k

After hanging up, I walked to the window and opened it. Outside, snow covered everything in white. Branches bent under its weight, snapping with sharp cracks that echoed in the still night. Time flew, and before I knew it, another deep winter had come. In the blur of falling snow, I thought I saw him again. The cold wind whipped my hair as he stood far away. His voice, loud and clear. "Hey, Rose! We made a promise, remember? We'd stay strong and keep on living." I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

“You’re shaking.” Iris didn’t pull away. “It’s been a long day.” “It’s been a long five years.” A beat of silence. Then, a huffed laugh, bitter and tired. “Yeah.” Callum’s thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow, deliberate. “You should’ve told me.” “I *tried*.” Her voice cracked. “You didn’t remember me.” His grip tightened. “I remember now.” Her breath hitched. For a moment, neither moved. The only sound was the rain and the quiet creak of the house settling around them. Callum’s gaze dropped to her mouth, then back up.

I wondered if they would feel sorry or guilty for killing me. The extraction of my memories began during my childhood. For some reason, I couldn’t remember much. I watched in delight, but Roger’s patience ran thin. “What the hell is this? I’m not interested in her childhood memories. Just skip to the part with Casey in it.” The scientist was caught in a dilemma. “Memories are extracted in chronological order, so we can’t search for specific memories. However, I can prioritize her most memorable experiences.” Caleb slammed the table. “Well? Just do it. Casey hasn’t been gone for long, so the memory must still be fresh for Willow.”

I whispered as I looked away from the female that was staring at us intently and down towards the desk. I didn’t think that he knew I was without my memories because he had yet to say anything about them. So I decided since I knew how to talk and name all of the basic things in life that it was no big deal. My memories would eventually come back, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin my relationship because of my missing memories. Lucas gave me a soft kiss as he reached over and grabbed a sandwich from the cart. “Here eat this.” He suggested as he brought the sandwich over. My brows furrowed as he put it in my hand.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy Tiring tiring tring . The sound of the bells at the entrance interrupted my daydreams about her, just annoying, maybe I should go back to my apartment to make it more comfortable to remember her again. I was pensive again, it was too difficult to erase it from my memory, especially from one of my orgasms known by the name of the heart. Too many memories of her. About her smile, laugh, even cry. Even the memories themselves have been engraved in my heart and will forever remain in my heart. Kruyuukkk sounds my stomach. Ahh ... it turns out that remembering those memories requires a lot of energy. To replenish my strength I

She beamed at him and Xavier smiled back eagerly at her while receiving his notebook. ..... ~Presently~ "Charming, where exactly are you now? How can I find you again? I have a feeling you're alive and doing well -- I hope, somewhere. But where?" I purse my lips as I stare into space. Even if I meet her again? Would I recognize her? Would she recognize me? That's another thing to be bothered by. I sigh just as my phone buzz in my shorts pocket. I retrieve it and found a text from a friend.