Rush Memories Novels & Stories

I whispered, fear tightening my throat. "Memory loss, especially due to trauma, is unpredictable. Some memories may come back in flashes, triggered by a smell, a sound, or a place. Others may never return. The goal isn't necessarily to force the memories back but to heal and find peace, whether or not those memories resurface." I nodded slowly, trying to absorb her words. "So, what do we do now? How do we start?"

She stammered, not able to find the words. “I’ve been having odd dreams too. Memories of my family, eventually always leading to some kind of demented mirror of the scenario, and also always leading to some kind of figure finding me.” I explained, cautiously recalling my nightmares. “Oh, I see…” Risa mumbled, sounding upset. “Is that not what you’re going through?” I shot back, trying to learn about what she’s experiencing. “Not really…” She started, holding her head in her hands, “Whenever I sleep, I get these… jumbled messes of memories, that I can’t remember fully. They never fully play out, and I’m never able to fully remember what they are.”

“They rarely recover their full memories. Most people have gaps for the rest of their lives. In Sarah’s case, all her childhood memories are intact, but her more recent memory is missing huge chunks of time, and it’s not just you. She has no memory at all of having Lemongrass as a client, for example.” “Can we do anything to help bring it back?” Jax felt a sense of desperation rising in him. Mac sighed. “In my experience, the best way to jog the buried memories is through the senses, mostly taste, touch, and sound.” “OK, so… I give Sarah a Cosmo, and she remembers our first date?” “Maybe, and it can’t hurt to try. But Jax, it’s not an exact science. What may work with some of her memories ma

Most of what she skimmed looked like medical gibberish to her. She opened another journal with a bookmark. In that article, he had written about an experimental drug called Memrose. He had developed it with a former colleague who was a neurosurgeon as well. It was a drug that could be used to erase the memory of prisoners of war. After years of testing and adjusting, Memrose was successful in wiping the memories of prisoners of war as far back as a year. They would have no memory of where they were held and what they were asked or what they had told the enemy before being released. “Oh my God!”

We did not just jump one another, as I hear so often happens when mates meet. I hope it was nothing I had done. Not remembering was frustrating but even after my recent conversation with Doctor Rivers, he encouraged me to let my memory come back naturally and to stop stressing over it. The more I stress, the less likely I am to remember. Every once in a while, I feel like something is on the tip of my tongue, and then it escapes me before I can put my finger on it.

He can forget the bitter things that happened in his life, but not forget us! After eating I approached Rex, who was sound asleep after the nurses injected his medicine. I sighed, staring at him. I don’t know if he is cursed at meeting women. He is always hurt and ruined when it comes to women, though he wasn't a player. Why is he going through them? His doctor said, his memory would return in about twenty - four hours, but depending on how much damage had been done to his brain. I hope when he wakes up, he will remember us. I'll help you remember everything Rex, just go back to where you used to be.

Rieka’s POV Memories of long ago slam into us quickly. The images of a time long forgotten flash through our minds like a movie playing on fastforward, the images moving through too fast for me to latch on to any of them. The blast of memories becomes too hard for Jamari to withstand and I can feel her slowly slipping away from consciousness.

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

Triple J suddenly paused, he couldn’t remember the scene anymore. “Wait, I remembered!” he muttered. “I mean, it was there one minute and now it is gone, believe me sister, I really did remember something.” He said in panic. “It is alright, I am glad that your memory is slowly returning. Maybe coming out here really did help you, but now it is time to go home, and throw away that yogurt.” Rebecca uttered as she walked away to get changed out of the bikini. Triple J stood there trying to make the memory return, how did he remember and forget so soon? The scene was playing vividly in his head one minute and it was gone in the next.

Mira said with a tinge of surprise. “ It seems like you don't remember much from those times. ” “ Yeah. I lost some parts of my memories after my parents death. The only things I could remember vividly are my times with them. ” “ Hm. It's okay. I will work on reminding you about them then. ” “ Thanks. ” “ It’s already 4:30pm and we have to get back before 6pm. ” “ Oh. We've got barely 90 minutes left. ”