Unnamed Memory: After The End Novels & Stories

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

Then I’d come home with just one boar but it’d always be really huge then we’d sell some to the butcher then Uncle Servo would cook the rest… The flooding of memories begins to fill me up with rather strong emotions. Tears had begun to well up in my eyes. But as I try my best to choke them back; some of the tears drop on Riiger’s crucifix and slowly wash away the blood. I guess I’ve always kept blood stains as reminder of Riiger’s death but the sight of his dried blood washing off the crucifix told me that Riiger’s death was over and all that was left for me was to return the crucifix back to his family. I put the crucifix back to my pocket and say a promise to Riiger again in my head, it ca

"The world is autonomous. The twins are ready. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide where they go when the story ends." I looked at Félix, and then at the mountains. Two chapters left. The Crown was gone. The Chain was broken. The Memory was safe. "Let the farewell come," I said, my voice a steady, human resonance. "We've given them everything we were." Lost of the memory-rain starting one last time—not a magical frequency, but real, cold water washing away the last of the old world’s dust.

The scream that follows is deeper than I remembered. It doesn’t cut off cleanly. It lingers. My knees hit stone. The corridor dissolves, and I am back in that forest. The smell of iron fills my lungs. I hear Edrin’s voice somewhere behind me. “Keep going!” I run. I don’t turn back. I don’t look. The memory ends there, but this time it doesn’t fade. It continues. The arena empties, and the Game ends. The few players that are left gather together, but Edrin is not one of them.

Behind him The world remained still. No movement, No sound, No life, Only ash, Only ice, Only memory. And somewhere in that silence. A question lingered. Not spoken, Not answered. But waiting. What comes after the end? The wind returned slowly. Carrying ash across the frozen ground. And far in the distance Something shifted. So small it could have been nothing. Or everything. The scorched earth was quiet. But it was not empty. Not yet.

Like the end of existence itself. One final attack. One final gamble. Then the battlefield froze. Immediately. Because everyone knew. This was it. The final clash. The deciding moment. Victory. Or annihilation. Then Thomas closed his eyes. Just for a second. Then he remembered. Peanut introducing herself again. "My name is Peanut." Then Lily's smile. Then Ava's laugh. Then Rowan's stupidity. Then Cassian pretending not to care. Then Elena's hug. Then Adrian's handshake. Every precious memory.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by A.E Ilupeju. Alll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the Author. The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family.

“Remember what?” The other Liana smiled sadly. “Why I became you.” Before Liana could answer, the white world disappeared. Everyone fell into darkness. And somewhere far beyond the End— something began to laugh. Not the First Thought. Not the Witness. Not the Devourer. Something older. Something that had been waiting since before the first memory. The Celestial Heart flashed once. A new message appeared: MEMORY IS NOT THE PAST. Then another. MEMORY IS WHAT YOU CARRY INTO THE FUTURE.