Memoryandloss Stories

A bus appears without warning, carrying more than it seems. Onboard, a young woman encounters echoes of her past, memories that feel alive, and questions that cut deeper than she expected. Shadows shift, time bends, and a strange, clock-wielding passenger challenges everything she thought she knew. Every stop, every glance, every choice carries weight, and the journey asks one quiet but urgent question: who are you now-and who were you meant to be?

I woke up into my own story. A manuscript I abandoned long ago unfinished. Was it even real or I was just dreaming?

Charlie wasn't born in a cage. He was born into love-and held onto it, even when everything changed. As his person slowly faded into dementia, he waited, watched, and helped in ways only a dog can. And when the world circled back, he found her again-if only for a while.

"Those Who Were Maps" is a four-cycle dark fantasy anthology that delves into the psychological, the surreal, and the forgotten. Each cycle contains seven interconnected stories, unfolding like hidden layers beneath a city that remembers too much. Across 28 tales, the series explores voices that echo in silence, shadows that once had names, and cities that may not have ever existed-except in the minds of those who were erased. This is not just a story collection. This is a map of maps. And some of them are still burning.

"Between what is and what was, there lies a distinct space unseen, yet unbearable real"

The purpose of this work emerges through multiple layers, each one illuminating a different aspect of human experience with absence and presence. At its heart, it serves as both witness and transformation- taking the universal experience of separation and absence and creating a shared language for understanding its many dimensions. Most importantly, it validates the complexity of modern separation - how we can be simultaneously present and absent, how distance works differently in digital spaces, how some forms of separation defy traditional understanding. It offers readers a mirror for their own experiences while creating a framework for understanding the architecture of absence in our contemporary world.

Tariro finds herself trapped in a cycle of grief, burdened by the loss of her grandmother. However, when she saves a child from a fire, her reality begins to fracture. Shadows whisper, lost voices beckon, and memories thought long buried resurface-her childhood school, the fire that inexplicably spares her, and a radiant garden where someone she recognises awaits. Camilla, Sophia, and Mia stand before her, their laughter turning into solemn goodbyes. The fog thickens. Time warps. The past unravels, pushing Tariro towards the truth she has been trying to avoid. As doubts consume her, she reaches a crossroads. Will she confront and heal from her grief, or will she remain unchanged? Yet the whispers persist. The shadows continue to linger. In the spaces between memory and reality, something is still waiting for her.

Ten years after the Fall of the Winter King, the heroes who once saved the world now live in the shadow of their greatest victory-and the memory of their greatest loss. When Mélanie, Thibault, and Gustave return to the quiet village where their friend Turpin left behind a wife and unborn son, they're not seeking glory. Not redemption. Only to fulfill a promise never spoken aloud-but deeply felt.

Beneath the wide branches of an ancient rain tree begins a story about memory, longing, and a love that feels both near and far. The narrator moves through a world where dreams and reality often mix together. At the center of it all is Porna-more than a person, she is a season, a light, a name that refuses to fade from the mind. Porna is both real and unreal. Sometimes she feels like a whisper in a song, other times just a shadow in memory, appearing and disappearing like something half-remembered. The story unfolds through images of falling leaves, broken mirrors, drifting petals, and stormy nights. Each moment reveals the fragile ties between love, absence, and remembrance. Every chapter drifts like a dream, where time bends and the past, present, and future blur into each other. Where Memory Forgets Her Name is a haunting tale of love and loss, of someone who may never have truly existed, yet whose absence lingers like a heartbeat. It is a story about the thin line between memory and myth, and the heart's endless struggle to forget what it cannot.

"Shadows of the Rain" is a haunting literary tale that follows Erza, a young woman whose life was shaped by a single night of storms, secrets, and irreversible loss. At the age of five, Erza watches her world collapse,her parents' violent argument, her mother's mysterious disappearance, and her father's sudden decision to leave for America. Abandoned in the old alleys of Rabat and raised by her grandmother, she grows up surrounded by ancient stories, heavy rain, and the unsettling presence of something she cannot name. Now, at twenty-three, Erza returns to the buried corners of her memory,only to discover that not everything she remembers is only a memory... and not everything that left her life truly left. A story filled with psychological depth, poetic narration, and chilling suspense, Shadows of the Rain explores the thin line between childhood innocence and the dark truths that follow us into adulthood. If you enjoy atmospheric, emotional, and mysterious stories with a touch of Kafka-like darkness, this tale will stay with you long after the last page.

He was always just there. Until she noticed. Somewhere between the silence of strangers and the hum of a long road, something unnamed finds its shape. ･:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ I don't really know why I wrote this. I was up too late, couldn't sleep, and for some reason I was weirdly attracted to Donny from The Big Lebowski who barely gets a word in. So I just wrote this. This story doesn't slot neatly into the movie's timeline, it sort of hovers next to it. The other characters are there, and some of the moments you know still happen, but this follows a different thread. A small one. It's simple, kind of vague, and maybe too soft but if you like Donny character, maybe you'll get something out of it too and i will not be the only one who like him. Anyway, don't overthink it. I didn't. I just wrote it.

Seventeen-year-old Lila Torres can feel it the moment she steps onto the dock of Hollow Lake again. The water glimmers unnaturally, shadows twist where they shouldn't, and whispers drift through the trees, calling names she thought she'd left behind. A year has passed since the Hollow first claimed Lucas, and the group thought they had escaped its grasp. But the Hollow is patient, feeding on memory and secrets, stretching its reach into the world they know. Reuniting with childhood friends Eli and Lucas, and alongside her twin sister Aria, Lila discovers that the Hollow is no longer confined beneath the lake. Dreams bleed into reality, symbols carved into trees pulse with hidden meaning, and Rowan appears-fading, warning them of dangers they cannot yet understand. As the group unravels clues about their missing uncle and a secret society that has long guarded the Hollow, Lila realizes the lake is more than a parallel world-it is a living entity, hungry for the town's past. When Aria is pulled into the Hollow during a confrontation with the entity, Lila must confront fears, memories, and the limits of her courage to save her sister before the Hollow consumes them all. The Hollow Above is a heart-pounding coming-of-age thriller blending supernatural terror, small-town secrets, and the bittersweet ache of first love. Perfect for fans of Stranger Things, Gravity Falls, and The Summer Below, it is a story about courage, sisterhood, and the shadows that linger in even the brightest memories.

A philosophical love story about memory, identity, and the quiet unraveling of a couple.

In The Mirror at the Crossroads, a man stumbles upon a mirror that reflects not just his image, but the life he might have lived. As visions of lost love and abandoned dreams unfold, he must choose between longing for the past and living with what remains. A quiet story of memory, regret, and the second chances we leave behind.

Late at night in a quiet parking lot, a red van appeared, its windows marked with mysterious numbers: Philips 4:13, Romans 6:23. Parked unusually close, it felt like a sign-an echo of the unseen, a reminder that life can speak in unexpected ways. Was it coincidence, a message, or just a stranger passing through? The moment lingered, vivid and puzzling, leaving questions and quiet reflection in its wake.