Sweetest Memory Novels & Stories

My mind was all messed up. I grabbed a can of beer as I passed by the kitchen. I looked around. The house was empty. No Dad. No annoying Simon. Just me and myself struggling to get the memories of Mom out of my head. I shut the door and sank into bed, my eyes looking up at the ceiling and just when I thought I was done with thinking and would finally get a chance to take a short nap, Sienna danced into my head. I pictured her smile, her frail fingers twitching when she’s confused. Her biting her fingers struggling with maths. Her… her nipples… poking out through her cardigan.

Ashley had a confused expression, she didn’t know where the question was originating from, “23" “What would you describe as the most special memory in your life?” She paused, thinking about it. The smile on Mrs Denver's face fell, “Ohh" “What?”, Ashley asked, “I am still thinking about it" “If you have to think about it for this long then maybe it isn’t such a great moment after all. It is something you have at the back of your mind always. It readily comes to your mind", she answered, “It is your happiest moment. It is like the high of your whole life...”

"I know how these things work, James. You’ve told me you care about me. And yeah, that could be your incarceration talking, but maybe not. If we take things to the next level and you lose me, you will wither." James would rather wither than remain enslaved. "That’s a chance I’m willing to take." "I’m not." "Then I will take your memory, Grace." Her mouth fell open. "You can do that? You would do that?" "Yes, and yes. I would do that and a whole lot more." "You know the pain of having memories taken. How could you even think of doing that to me?" Sound reasoning, which he ignored. "I will only take the memories of me."

"-I saw you. I didn't recognized you at first but then I realized you were the daugther of Hemsworth. I felt sad for you and your mother at that time but 5 years later I saw you again. I didn't attended my class that day and was smoking on my bike at the side of a shop, furiously thinking about my unhappy life. Thats when, you passed by me, wearing a high school uniform and looked towards my way. Your sparkling eyes were gazing into mine, and your beautiful face was cheerful with a bright smile. Even though, you lost an important person in your life but you still continued to be happy. Your grief and troubles were more than compared to mine but I was swearing at my life. You were happily eat

He was at home, inside his bedroom and lying on his bed listening to the music when he remembers the sweet smile of Grace the first time they first met. “After we got home from the airport, she had a minor injury on her head; she accidentally bumped her head. The doctor said that it’s just temporary loss of memory, well... Her memories came back but it seems it end-up into a selective memory lost which she forgot the most memorable happenings on her life. According to her doctor, it can be heal but they can't guarantee when, that's why we stopped her treatment and let her gain those memories on her own in time." says Mjay.

I have the sweetest dream I can ever remember dreaming. Waking up, I recall all of it crystal clear. It's strange, because I don't think I have ever had a dream that seemed so real. Just before I woke up, it ended. This is what I remember.

I heard his voice playfully singing through his bedroom door, a made up song to the tune of ‘Do you wanna build a snowman’. They say that scent is one of the most powerful triggers of memory, and I never really felt the full brunt of that saying until that moment. Tears pricked my eyes as memories swirled through my mind. It was so bitter sweet, smelling my own perfume in that department store. Sweet because it was a huge accomplishment, but bitter because I was celebrating it alone. “It’s lovely,” I smiled weakly at the sales associate. She saw the tears brimming in my eyes and smiled back sympathetically.

I needed to change quickly, collect myself, and finish my tasks before Joy arrived. Once inside my room, I closed the heavy oak door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a slow breath. A quiet, involuntary smile curved my lips as the memory resurfaced—warm, vivid, and impossibly sweet. What had happened between us earlier that day played through my mind like a cherished film: the stolen moments, the shared laughter, the electric spark that still lingered beneath my skin. It was more than just a fleeting encounter; it had become one of those rare, golden memories that stayed with you long after the moment had passed.

The photograph was a key that unlocked a vault of recollections, each memory standing as a testament to the bond we shared, the adventures we embarked upon, and the experiences that shaped us. As I looked at the photograph, memories began to unfold like a tapestry before my mind's eye—a montage of moments that had unfolded beyond the walls of the room. The feeling was a mixture of bitter sweetness and longing—a recognition that those memories, while precious, were now relegated to the realm of the past, a repository of joy and freedom that existed outside the confines of my current reality.

And as far as I know, there’s no one in my family who shares that hair color. Could it have been a distorted fragment of my memory? Or just my mind playing tricks on me? Kassian’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Was it a bad memory?” I close my eyes, allowing myself to sink back into the dream for just a moment. The sound of my own laughter rings in my ears, the pure, unfiltered joy of a child. A warmth spreads through me, comforting and nostalgic. A smile pulls at my lips before I can stop it. “No,” I whisper, my voice filled with certainty. “It was the most beautiful memory.”