The Memory Collector Novels & Stories

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

Stronger this time. A memory. Fragmented. Broken. A voice. “With me.” My breath catches. This time— I feel it. A pull. A weight. Something— important. “Anomaly detected.” The system spikes immediately. “Correcting.” “No—” Too late. Pain floods everything. Burning. Erasing. Destroying. The memory fractures— splinters— shatters— and disappears. Gone. Again. “Status?” Silence. Then— “…Stable.”

the hard drive, and the people of Earth were the first bits of data to be erased. "It's the Great-Sync," Jun said, his voice now a chorus of a thousand dead architects. "It didn't stop. It just changed its method. We aren't being harvested anymore. We're being Garbage-Collected (the process of reclaiming memory that is no longer in use)." Kazimir looked at Elara, his jaw set in a line of Final Defiance. "Tell me there's a way to stop this. Tell me we aren't just mistakes to be wiped away."

“I will now test collective belief.” The woman beside Nova frowned. “What does that mean?” Nova’s voice turned cold. “It means he’s targeting everyone.” The Architect confirmed calmly. “All mortal memory structures will now undergo recalibration.” The younger man gasped. “You mean” “Yes.” The Architect’s voice cut through the pulse like a blade. “Mass memory erasure sequence initiated.” The entire system shook violently. Nova’s breath caught in her throat. Billions of memories. At risk. Kieran whispered urgently, “Nova… if that happens…”

Memory after memory of Claire, Lily, and me together. But not the night Lily was attacked. The crowd stirred. "Why isn't it showing that night? "Didn't Lily's note say Rachel knew who did it?" Claire turned to the technician. "What is going on? "Why can't you find the memory with the attacker?" The technician wiped sweat from his forehead.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

Who was I kidding? Running wasn't an option either. No one runs from the Russian Bratva. If it were possible, a lot of people would have succeeded. But no one can run from the Bravta and no one can run from the collector. He was a hound dog. I've been cautious enough to know that's it's a useless act and those who did never lived to tell the tale. The sound of my heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears and I managed to find my voice. “Yes. You're the collector.” My stomach tightens as the chair creaks under his weight and my response. “You’re here to collect… my debt.”

New Start My eyes were blurred by tears as I walked out from our house. My hands are shaking so badly that I am having a hard time opening my car. My first thought is to go to Maia's house. It's already late in the evening but I can't think of some place that I could stay in. Pearl's place is also not available as she is missing. I don't know where did she go. I was about to start the engine when I remembered that I forgot to bring my things with me. I need to get it. But I don't know how to go back there. My dad probably will throw or destroy my things if he sees me.