Memoryandloss Stories

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.

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.

On the banks of the Göksu River, where wild thyme grows and the summer air hums with secrets, Yıldız Kekilli receives a message that changes everything: "We need to talk. Meet me under the willow." When she arrives, Serkan Akkaya - the boy who once painted her laughter into the corners of his sketchbook - is lying in the dirt, bleeding and broken. One whispered promise and one hidden letter bind them through the longest night of their lives. As the river carries its secrets downstream, Yıldız must fight to keep Serkan alive... and to protect the mystery he nearly died for. But when he wakes with no memory of what happened, she realizes the truth may be more dangerous than his forgetting. Now, with only a tin box, a faded photograph, and the rustle of the willow to guide her, Yıldız must decide: Should some things stay buried - or is love worth remembering, no matter the cost? "Bazı şeyleri hatırlamak istemez insan." (Some things aren't meant to be remembered.) A slow-burn Turkish river-mystery filled with heartbreak, suspense, and the kind of love that refuses to drown.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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.

"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.

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