Memories Of The 90s Novels & Stories

December of 1996 was the most fantastic month of my life. For the first time, I felt complete. I learned how to dream. I have decided to enroll in a computer school because I wanted to learn how to use Microsoft office. I wanted to learn about the internet because at that time it was the rave. They said it was just dial-up but I still can’t get the grasp. I have learned to use Lotus 123 because that is what most people in the office use. It was not easy because I have to memorize a

The eyes and smile would be mirrors if they were placed in front of each other. Going over to a bookcase, I'm surprised to see CDs. I haven't had those since I was in middle school. Mom didn't make enough for me to stream my music then, so I'd go to the local pawn shop in the neighborhood and get what I could with my weekly allotment of ten bucks. Running my finger along the spines of the CDs brings back a ton of memories. He seems to have an affinity for the nineties.

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

“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.

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.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Emma: Year: 2002 As memories are known to be lost throughout the process of growth, we still may have those special ones that just stick. It’s so ingrained into our memory that it is shocking we can even remember it. So the question is, did it really happen? And why is that we always remember the bad ones?

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,