Trips Down Memory Lane Novels & Stories

The only response was the steady beeping of the machines around her. “I’m sure they are,” I continued softly. “Do you remember when we used to play hide and seek? I would hide, and you’d always find me because you knew exactly where I liked to go.” A sad smile crossed my face. “I miss those days, Cara. The park visits. Family picnics. Beach vacations. They were some of my happiest memories.” I squeezed her hand gently. “Wake up soon so we can make more memories together. Another family trip too. One funded by our families, of course.”

I gently pulled back and smiled. We got into his car and drove to our first destination. We went bowling, which was a place we used to go to all the time in the past. The moment we walked inside, the sound of crashing pins and the bright lights brought back a flood of memories. Trevor immediately got us our shoes and selected our favorite lanes. While we were setting up, he started telling me about his week, sharing some light stories about his clients to make me laugh. When it was my turn to bowl, I lined up, but my shot went straight into the gutter.

The men responded reluctantly, "Understood." "If you understand, then hurry and clean this up! Drain the pond too!" Soon they called people to clean the bloody water from the pond. Remi didn't move the entire time. Just as the pond was almost drained, he suddenly remembered something. "Did you see a christening medal?" "A medal?" The man shook his head. "No, but we found a silver bracelet. Take a look, sir. Is this yours?"

Ryder’s POV The drive to our hometown stretched long and familiar, every mile pulling memories from the corners of my mind like threads I’d tried to forget, faded but stubbornly knotted. The tires hummed against the cracked asphalt of the old state highway, the kind of monotonous rhythm that let ghosts slip back in uninvited. I knew the route by heart: the gentle curve past the abandoned orchard where we’d once snuck beers after a game, the weathered billboard advertising the county fair that hadn’t changed in fifteen years. I’d driven variations of it in my head for years after Zach transferred, from family trips to imagining what it would be like to run away, to find him and make things ri

Asked Luke. "My handbag and my skis!" Hannah went to the trunk and opened it, Luke helped her with repacking, while Liam started the engine. It was extremely cold outside and the girls had been standing in the snow for some time. "Are there still things from you?" Josh also wanted to know about Alissa, but she shook her head. "No, nothing important." She rubbed her fingers, then lifted them to her mouth and breathed into them. "Come on you should get into the car." Josh opened the door and Hannah hopped past the two of them. "Thanks." She called and sat down behind Liam, Luke closed the trunk and went to the passenger door. Alissa sat in the middle and Josh got in last, as soon as the door w

That ring had definitely been on Mitchell's hand the day before our trip to the swimming pool. It was the ring that finally connected the dots, suddenly bringing an overlooked detail to light. That detail sent an undeniable chill right through me, leaving me profoundly confused.

Tragedy Romance | Dubcon | Grief | Power Imbalance | Explicit Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent, grief-based emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough handling, dominance/submission themes. . . . The rain was biblical...sheets of it blurring the mountain road, drowning the headlights. She should’ve stayed home. But Vesper Wynne didn’t know how to sit still anymore. Not since her sister died. She wasn’t watching the curves as she should’ve been, and by the time the second turn came, it was too late.

I walk towards the woods feeling something nostalgic hit me with every step I take. I hold the envelope tightly as I tread on the road which is coming back in bits and pieces to me. I have a hazy memory of this place, but it is enough to make me feel things. I walk on the cemented road which soon becomes a rough, uneven path and the trees of all shapes and sizes are around me. As I walk deeper into the woods, I find myself standing in front of my favourite spot in the woods as a kid, the waterfall! “I miss you mom!”, I whisper as I watch the water flow down and form ripples.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

No matter when or where she was, all it took was a single phone call from Conrad, and she would drop everything to rush to his side. Just then, I was reminded of something Conrad had posted on New Year's Eve. The caption read, "Being someone's favorite means that no matter when, you're always their first choice."