Memories Of The 90's Novels & Stories

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

On the 12th of August 1995, I was seated on the couch watching my favorite show "Best Friends' ' with a bowl of popcorn I made that evening. When I got a call from Julie and asked what I was doing, I told her I was watching my favorite program. And then she told me to check the latest updates from the government and that I had to tune in to the news channel. I didn't wait a second. I changed to the news channel and the update was that "The Military Camp was burnt down leaving no persons alive". I tried to find my voice as Julie kept calling my name on the phone but I paid no attention to her. I broke into hot tears, not saying a word to her. She kept calling my name but I was in no mood for

"I should not have delayed the wedding..." "Nine times," I reminded him. "Nine times. I should not have let you bear the punishment alone. I should not have let you lie in bed for weeks and then give you only a few apologies. I should not have abandoned you in the park to follow Angelina. I should not..." He could not go on. "You are right," I said, standing and brushing imaginary dust from my dress. "You should not have done any of that. But those were not your greatest mistakes."

" My mouth slowly curved into a faint smile. A single tear of blood slipped from the corner of my eye. In Claire's terrified cry, I lost consciousness. My mind drifted through pain and static. Then a white light opened somewhere deep inside my memory. It was ten years ago, a quiet afternoon in the woods behind the school.

"Changing? Because we forgot how to be solid. Forgot how to be present. We exist only in memory now. Only in what was, not what is." "I don't understand." He gestured around. "This reality—it was beautiful once. Stable. Real. But then we discovered something. We discovered we could preserve memories perfectly. Could record every moment. Every experience. Every feeling. Store them in the network. Access them whenever we wanted." "That sounds useful." "It was. At first. We preserved our childhoods. Our loved ones. Our happiest moments. We could revisit them anytime. Relive them completely. Feel exactly what we felt then."