Rush Memories Novels & Stories

Racheal said. Out of nowhere Mary grabbed a notebook from her bag, that was filled with texts and pictures. She looked slightly embarrassed. “Okay, don’t get angry, Alpha Moon. But I’ve been trying to make a time-line. I’ve been writing down every memory you had and trying to piece together what happened when. Now that you’ve remembered when Kimiko and your mom died, it’s much easier to place certain memories. Like the memories of you and Kai together are after her death. And every memory you had with your mother was before the age of ten.” Mary said.

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.

If there are any. I walk towards the big painting that was on the corner of this room. I remember because of this, I was able to be happy for the first time after I woke up from the accident. Through this painting, I somehow realized that we can be together without me being mad at him. All I just felt is the soothing feeling while we paint together. It feels like, this was my body wants to do all along. A smile formed in my face while reminiscing it. I heard a knock on the door. It was Maia.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

"Why is this destiny like this?" "I do not know and no one knows what the fate of each other. Life is too short. There will come into our lives something that is important to us will be lost. It’s just like the star and the moon in the sky. They are very important to us because they are light in our dark world. But now they don’t exist, but we don’t look for them, we momentarily forget them. So the same thing happens when we lose someone important to us. We can forget them for a while, but in our hearts and minds, we will not lose them because we have sealed them there. No matter how hard we try to forget them, we cannot do it because they are important to us." Tyler said, Carmen was crying

"Wait, Bridget, did Aiden just misunderstand me? He thought that I knew he was allergic to peaches and afraid of heights, and I still purposely made the peach frappe and booked a table at Grand Sky Dining for him? "But I never knew it! I don't remember him ever saying it! You know me, don't you, Bridget? I have the worst memory, and I don't even remember what I ate for dinner the day before! How could I possibly remember all of this about Aiden at all?" However, that wasn't what she had been thinking. She kept trying to recall the past, when she first introduced Aiden to her group of friends at a restaurant. She recalled one of her best friends, Daisy Randolph, who had been ecstatic and begg

Each milestone was a balm, soothing the ache of years lost and opportunities missed. Yet, even in the midst of this contentment, Andy remained haunted by fragments of memory—fleeting flashes of Mayla’s laughter, the brush of her hand against his, the warmth of a shared moment that could not be recaptured. He kept these memories close, private, allowing them to linger like fragile ghosts at the edges of his mind.

"I need to get Remy back in time for his shift." "Where are we going?" I asked. She looked confused. "It's the anniversary of the crash. I want to take you both to Lucas' grave." My heart dropped to my stomach and vomit climbed my throat. It seemed every time I got close to Remy this showed up like a kick to the face. It might have been the storm, it might have been Remy, or the combination of both that pushed the date completely out of my mind. Would it get easier to forget every year?

His fingers drummed on the edge of the table, his gaze hardening as he thought of Rebecca’s sudden appearance and the chaos that had followed. A few hours passed, and Micheal found himself revisiting memories that had been locked away. That night from years ago surfaced again in his mind, the same hazy images returning like ghosts — flashes of a woman's blurred face, her touch, the blur of his senses as he stumbled under the influence of whatever had been slipped into his drink. He shut his eyes, forcing himself to recall more, but the memory resisted, slipping away like sand through his fingers. The frustration gnawed at him, feeding his restlessness.

She had to squint to read what was written on the front page. "In the realm of time travel, the past is but a treasure chest of lessons, the future an untamed wilderness of possibilities, and the present the delicate thread that weaves them together. Travel wisely, for in the tapestry of time, our choices shape not only our destiny but the very fabric of existence." The quotes gave Thalia chills. She flipped to the second page where something was also written. "Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world."