Do we have control over our memory?
In the city of Oblitus, Memory Recoding is the norm: the alteration of one's memory which can be done in any way as long as one has the money. But Lysandra Ferry is convinced that someone has altered her memory without the money - even without her...
Book One of The Vacant Memory Series / What if you could travel through time?
Ash and Serena's daughter, Rachel, makes her Eevee evolve into a peculiar new Pokemon...
His past forgotten, his future unknown, his present he cannot trust. He can't and won't trust anyone or anything, not even himself.
The last human on Earth has been murdered. No witnesses, no suspects, and no leads to figure out the murder of the last man standing. The new guys however are suspected to know what happened, and more importantly, who did it.
The first in a collection of linked short stories all set in the former Portuguese colony of Macau
Robert, a retired teacher and stubborn, oft-times hotheaded Vietnam vet of routine, and Lottie, a vivaciously independent former nurse, and devoted wife and mother, have been married for nearly five decades. They’ve handled what life has thrown at...
This short story was a finalist in the Carmel Bird Short Story Award, selected by Amanda Lohrey (2012).
An elderly lady, afflicted with dementia, reveals the answer to a decades-long murder mystery.
Brendon thinks his life's a roller coaster.
I'm going to miss the site, but wanted people to know how I came to be here.
Marla is a Memory Keeper, specially trained to access every memory that her ancestors passed to her through her DNA. She's part of the second-generation of the Remembrance, an event that mysteriously unlocked genetic memories in a large number of ...
They were each other's best friend during their childhood... But it was only when they had to be apart that he realised he had fallen in love with her. He was twelve by then.
Years later, both of them have changed. He has become a philandering C...
In two monologues, a person shares a happy memory with family and a mother reflects her life.
A place of solitude is always different for everyone, but there are always stories to share in those places. Here is a place for my once lonely memory
A collection of poems that may or may not have a story.