Unforgettable Memory Novels & Stories

Patricia let out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling as the memory washed over her. Just yesterday, everything had unfolded in a way that felt almost surreal, and she was certain that even as time passed, the vivid moments they shared would forever be etched in her mind. The emotions and sensations were so intense that she wouldn’t be surprised if they haunted her for years to come; the past lingered like a sweet perfume, intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

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.

FLASHBACK Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was. He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

The only thing that annoys me is their eagerness to get me hitched. But life is not only about happy memories. I have some bad ones if they can be called memories. They are more like nightmares. Memories are happy ones, right? What do you call the ones which you don't want to remember but they are etched so very clearly in your mind that you can't erase them? I so want to forget those dreadful days which turned my once happy life, topsy turvy. ✍✍✍✍ Vote. Comment. Fan Happy Reading 📖 Asmita 💜

I continued, unsure. He stood up straight, stepped backward and motioned his hand on the way inside. “Oh, yes come in.” I smiled at him. “Thanks.” I have taken three steps from the doorway when a nostalgic feeling embraced me. It was the same unit when I first experience how a party person feels like. I was invited by Blake and his basketball teammates back in high school here to hang out and I was surprised when I realized that it was only me who doesn’t drink alcohols. They were messed up, even my friend, Lily… and that day was also our first kiss. Blake accidentally lost his balance while I was taking him to his room because he was really drunk and when we’re almost near the bed, an unfor

He then asked me slowly, "Don't you remember your trips to another city every end of the week? Before I went to my father's side, I remembered that you and your mother would visit outside this city every Friday." I thought hard about it, trying to remember what Lucas was talking about. However, all my memories were only of this house. But Lucas' words reminded me of something. My memories were full of holes. I don't even remember that we went out every week. I heard from a merchant in the haunted mansion before that kids at that age 6-8 would have memories that they would never forget in their whole lifetime. Especially if a habit was formed at that age, they would never forget it and would

Emma: Year: 2002 As memories are known to be lost throughout the process of growth, we still may have those special ones that just stick. It’s so ingrained into our memory that it is shocking we can even remember it. So the question is, did it really happen? And why is that we always remember the bad ones?

She wondered when exactly did she mention such a thing to him. “Forget it. Your good memory doesn’t work when it comes to me at all,” he said exasperatedly. Heather had a particularly good memory, but she couldn’t remember things like this with Leon. No one was able to remember every single thing; naturally, she only remembered things she felt were important. As for the unimportant details, she didn’t remember them by heart.

He didn’t mean it in a bad way, but Olin sometimes lost track of his duties and simply began to panic. “Right. I must welcome them and announce their arrival. Damn, I forgot again.” Olin had a strange ability. He couldn’t hold a straight thought about anything, yet when he got focused on a single task, he finished it with absolute perfection. Once he saw a face or a picture of someone whom he already knew about, he always remembered the correct name. Even if the person was introduced to him several years ago, he would correctly answer who they were. Yet, if you ask him for the name while describing the person, he won’t know who you are talking about. His photographic memory made him the best

“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