Trips Down Memory Lane Novels & Stories

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."

"And as I child who's in a very good and happy family, this one became one of my favorite places as well. Sadly, when I turned 8, we stop having vacations here, and until the accident happened, we didn't have the chance to come back here. And yea it's been 12 years since the last time I come here." He then smiled. "And it's good to be back here after long years." That put a bright smile on my face. I'm glad that he feels good to be back here. As we set the picnic blanket, our lips are stretched for a smile. A smile like a world doesn't face any problem, a smile that says we are enjoying and appreciating the moment, and no one can ruin it. We both sat at the picnic blanket after setting it up

I sat myself in the passenger seat and buckled up. “I wish. However, I would never really know. They died in a mission in Shanghai ten years ago.” Crap. I wanted to cry. Why did I even bring this up? “The company decommissioned this car when they passed, like they always do when an agent dies. But last night I was finally able to get my hands on it.” Stop talking god damn it. You’re just hurting yourself, Jaime. I felt tears flow from my eyes. Lucas’ sunny expression returned to the miserable state I’ve been used to seeing the past months. “I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.”

Most likely running late because of me. I bent down and opened up the fridge. A small smile formed as I took in the fridge full of snacks and sodas. "I think I had one of these earlier." I sang as I grabbed one and opened it. I may not have remembered much of the car ride but I did vaguely remember a cherry soda. I took a big drink and instantly regretted it. The burn to my throat had me scrunching up my nose and making a sour face. I had to blink away the tears from how strong it was.

Nirvana escaped from home to this safe-house hidden from the buzzling headache of her apartment and memories, only to come here, take a walk and arrive at another point that embodied one of her memories—the bad ones. “Seems like today is Memory Recollection Day, how about I just chill back and let everything rush forward since my best effort to ditch it just got useless.” Nirvana said to herself as she walked further, towards that swing she had sat one when she was eight years old.

My elbows sink to the table, and I bury my face behind my palms. She cannot understand. None of them can. Old memories trickle over me the second my eyes close. It’s useless fighting them, so I let myself be transported to the past. A past we hardly visit but has shaped our lives, particularly my current obsession with finding my trigger. The memory grows so vivid, and I clutch my chest as the scene shifts into focus.

"Save the speech, Denver. I know how your mind works." "I'm serious," he insisted quietly, stepping just an inch closer—not aggressively, but with that smooth, dominating presence he had used to win her over when they were nineteen. "I'm not asking you to forget the bad stuff, Min. But don't act like we were a nightmare the whole time. Remember that disastrous road trip we took to Nashville in your old Honda? The alternator died in the middle of a heavy downpour, and we had to sleep in the back seat with one paper towel and a half-eaten bag of corn chips?"

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

It was clear they were determined to back me into a corner. Fortunately, I had learned that the court had just released a new trial system that made it possible for memories to be retrieved straight from one's mind. It was just that it was still in the trial phase and had not yet been implemented. I shook my head and replied firmly, "I do not plead guilty to these allegations. I am innocent, Your Honor. Using the latest technology, I'd like to request a direct replay of my memories." The moment I said that, the faces of those seated at the prosecution's side fell immediately.

As the woman spoke, she set a tray down in front of me. On it were some stomach medicine and a warm bowl of oatmeal. I swallowed hard. Even though she looked a little familiar, I still watched her with caution. "Who are you? And why are you bringing me food?" The woman's eyes widened like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Ms. Summer, don't you remember me?" I nodded slightly and told her I seemed to have lost my memory.