Memories Of The 90s の小説・ストーリー

he murmured while walking. Scenes from the past flashed back into his mind and it made him dizzy. So, he sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. But rather than whisking the images, the darkness when he shut his eyes even created a clearer moment: It was when he was nine. During that time, normal kids would often play games with their friends. Either brick game in video game, cap guns, card pyramid, marbles, matchbox collection, pinwheels, street game, hide and seek, snake and ladder, etc…

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

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.

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

As I picked up the diary on my desk, countless memories came flooding back. When I was eight years old, we weren't doing very well. The five of us were squeezed into an old, rundown house. My parents struggled to balance their busy jobs with raising three children. Eventually, they decided to send one of us to live with our grandparents in the countryside. However, Adrian was about to start high school, which was a critical time for his studies, while Nina was still too young and in poor health. They were too worried to send her away. Not wanting my parents to worry, I volunteered bravely. And so, I was sent to the countryside. Before I left, Mom stroked my head, praising me for being the mo

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

Damien yelled and threw the pills with him at the wall, he held his hair trying his best to stay calm as he tried the method he was thought fifteen years ago. ****** FIFTEEN YEARS AGO “Alright Damien, I want you to take in a deep breath, count one to ten backwards before breathing out again.” The lady dressed in a suit said as she watched him tremble with his head downwards. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six... “ He trailed off as he stared at his hands. “I am not crazy, I... I am not crazy, I saw them, I held her with my own hands, you all think a ten year old is crazy but I am not! I saw them!” He screamed and threw things at the lady in front of him.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

Soon, his image and his vision left her memory as she began to live life again. Each tick of the clock reminded her she wouldn't be sleeping any time soon. She couldn't remember the last time she'd heard crickets, the clock, or the muffled silence of the night. As her hope dwindled, she gave up on sleep. At 5 am, her body fell into bed and she drifted into a comfortable fantasy world.

Ninety-nine canceled weddings were enough. This time, I wasn’t waiting anymore. I was going somewhere that truly belonged to me, where I could finally live my own life.