Memories Of The 90s の小説・ストーリー

I was trapped in that box for over a century I know that because the signs on big changing screens on the road reads 2025, the last time I remember being alive is 1923. Being in this time makes me miss the nineties, people were more… entertaining, politics and tyranny was at its pick, humans were more ruthless and unpredictable now it looks really… bland, everyone’s just staring at the rectangle shaped screen thing in their hand, it seems to amuse them in some way, the kids now are less proper, I saw a kid yelling at his parents, for shame! The nineties was more organized and people were definitely more fashionable, looking at everyone’s clothes now just makes me want to barf, whatever happe

“Me too. Mullets weren’t good for anyone and believe it or not, I had a beautiful mullet, permed and all.” “I was in the nineties. Grunge. Grunge was not a good look, but I was in style without even trying. Hell, all of us were.” He laughed. “If only we could talk to our younger selves. At least we didn’t have the cell phones.” I groaned. “I can’t imagine growing up with all that technology and documenting every bad decision.” “Not just documenting it, memorializing it, and everyone you know and hell, even people you don’t know critiquing it.”

"What's wrong? Janice, do you feel okay?" Janice dabbed at her eyes. "I'm okay. It's just that seeing Nevaeh brought back some memories." Seth looked like he suddenly remembered something too. He gave me an icy look and said, "Nevaeh, come in. Do you know you're supposed to knock?" I felt a sneer inside me as I loosened my tight fists. Back in school, she was the one who always picked on me, hit me, and spread lies about me. However, she somehow made it look like I was the bad guy.

If this had been me pre-memory loss, I would have stormed out in anger after hearing such insulting words. Yet now, having forgotten everything about Jaden and feeling no love for him, I naturally would not pay attention to those mocking glances. However, appearances still mattered. I was still Jaden's fiancée, and there were certain social situations I had to handle. I moved through the crowd with him, exchanging empty pleasantries and drinking glass after glass of wine. Soon, I became dizzy from the alcohol as I was unable to handle it well. I found a quiet spot to rest. I had just sat down when I saw Lillian holding a blue medicine bottle and shaking pills into her mouth.

Remembering the doctor's diagnosis and how they'd doubted me when I'd first lost my memory, their expressions twisted with even more regret. "Sunny, we're your family. I'm your father, this is your mother, and this is your brother." Bobby looked so much older. His hair was completely white. He tried to remind me of past memories to bring me back into their lives. But I just smiled politely. "Sorry, I already have a mom. Whoever you are has nothing to do with me." Seeing they were about to keep talking, I stopped them. "It's fine. The past is the past. I've already received your compensation. Being strangers works just fine. Really."

With Simon present, Tristan falling back asleep didn't cause me any trouble this time. Caleb's voice kept whispering in my head, urging me to find a way to run. The comments rolling past my eyes were doing the opposite, demanding to know why I wasn't taking better care of Tristan and giving them something sweet to watch. I sat quietly in my corner and ignored both of them. I went back through my memories of all ninety-nine lifetimes, checking and rechecking for anything I might have misremembered, anything that could throw off my thinking now.

Haru took a deep breath before speaking. "I was 9 years old when my mother died." FLASHBACK 13 years ago, Haru couldn't accept that her mother was gone. Her mother left them early. Haru ran away from the place where the mother was. Haru couldn't stop crying and ran until she got tired and sat in the middle of the road. Suddenly, very heavy rain fell. As if she was sympathizing with the sadness she was feeling now,

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

by The Rembrandts, barefoot, laughing, so in love it hurt to watch. ’98 we closed the tech deal that changed everything. We celebrated by shutting down the Pump Room. Rented the entire top floor. DJ spinning Dr. Dre, Notorious B.I.G., and House of Pain. Champagne waterfalls. We wore ridiculous pastel suits because that was peak 90s. Ernest lifted Vivian onto his shoulders while we all screamed “California Love.” I spun Alice until we fell laughing onto the carpet. Josh crowed that we were kings of Chicago and nobody argued.