Unforgettable Memory Novels & Stories

Maximaze Park “It's already been a long time . . .” He sighed, closed his eyes, and lowered his gaze. “. . . yet everything is still fresh in my mind as if those events just happened yesterday or a day ago.” We were just the same. Our memories from the past kept haunting us, giving us nightmares we didn’t want to have. All of those were fresh as if it happened just recently with no intention of leaving our heads. As for me, the most unforgettable catastrophe was the day I dirtied my hands just to survive with Liene, my first friend.

After that, Sophie became a little sad and depressed as she said, “A human’s memory in itself is already not that good. Not many people will be able to remember everything. Humans can only remember certain things more clearly by using repetition to deepen and etch them deeply in our memory. This is similar to how we used to memorize our textbooks when we were young…” “In the first few days after returning from Japan, our benefactor’s face and appearance were still clearly etched in my mind. However, after so many days, his appearance seems to have become increasingly blurred. I have been trying to constantly think of him so that I can have a deeper impression of him etched into my memory, bu

The more I try to remember, the more I forget,and the aches in my head got even worse every time I try. I could overhear Aiden telling the doctor, I can't remember anything, I wasn't much interested in their conversation, it was obvious I lost my memory,I don't even know who I am. "What is his name Aiden?" I asked. "He doesn't have a name yet,we wanted you to give him one" he said, walking towards me as the doctor and nurse took their leave. "He is so handsome," I said. "What about me mama?" Raymond asked. "Oh Ray,you are also handsome" I chuckled.

Max Memories are a strange notion. I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.

Suddenly Nityam asked. He didn't change his expression much. He just moved closer to her and asked... Anvika's heart is beating very fast... She can smell him. Suddenly the memories of the day when she was dragged, come into her mind... Actually, all these days Anvika was trying her best to forget about that night. So that when she met with Nityam again, she will never think about that night... But what she doesn't know... Memory was a really funny thing... The things you want to forget the most, the things you remember the most and are not able to forget them.

I was numb—my senses were dead, and the somnolence of my thoughts was concerning for a moment. In the past hour I agreed that even if I knew my father’s evils, there was not a thing I could do to confront him. There was a deep and enduring impact some experiences left on our minds and souls, making it incredibly difficult to forget them. These memories become imprinted in our consciousness, leaving an indelible mark that seems almost impossible to escape. They haunt me like a relentless reminder, a constant presence that I couldn’t ignore or evade. I found myself unable to move forward, as these memories clung to me like a decaying part of my being, slowly eroding my sense of self.

"Are you sure you've met me before? Because I feel like I've never seen uncle before.” Sana furrowed her brows. No matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn't find any memory of Uncle Sony in her memory. "Of course! My first meeting with you was very memorable. So there's no way I could forget!” Answer uncle Sony confidently. “I first met you a few years ago. I still remember that time you were wearing a school uniform-" Ah, now Sena understands why she doesn't remember about Uncle Sony at all, even though he said their meeting was quite memorable. The school days were the times when nothing would leave an imprint on Sena's head except for her parents and aunt Marrie.

"Why is the case so close to you?" "The girls ..." he muttered, clenching his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh. "Do you still remember Maria?" His friend nodded wordlessly. Maria was a fluke and the beginning of Joshua's investigation. 10 months earlier Joshua was tired. Last night he worked the night shift and today, on Sunday, no, it was now Sunday, one of his buddies had celebrated his birthday. Actually Josh hadn't planned to stay there that long, but the time had somehow passed and now he was wandering around the edge of the harbor in the middle of the night looking for the stupid cat from his friend's neighbor. Apparently she ran away because of the loud music and the old lad

“I wonder if your mother would’ve changed her mind and named you something else if she would’ve known your name didn’t quite match your personality.” “It’s not my personality,” Memory corrected. “I just get... distracted. I can remember important things. Like people’s birthdays. And favorite colors. And recipes for snickerdoodle cookies—even if I don’t remember to take them out before they burn.” “Now that I’m glad you can remember,” Bryce agreed. “Well, I should get to work.” “What’s that?” Memory asked, noticing a flyer in his hand. The red and green trim looked similar to the one she’d seen blowing down the street earlier.

But I was still not in the mood for calls, so I decided to turn my phone off. I woke up the next morning, I didn't know when I slept in. My head was still banging, and I was reminded that my husband was dead. Last night's event kept replaying, I looked beside my nightstand, I took our wedding portrait and looked at the man I married, The one who left me a widow even though he's been gone for a long time his Memories of us were still fresh in my head. Tears filled my eyes, my sight was blurry, I placed the portrait upside down and made my way to the kitchen counter to take some medications for the headache. Knock knock (someone was knocking)