Memories Of The 90s Novels & Stories

"You this small girl…" "Mum, warn your daughter!" Noelle looked at their mother like she would cry. "I am no longer a small girl. I am an adult. I celebrated my nineteenth birthday already." Noelle defended herself. Tasha moved her head closer to Noelle, and let her mouth reach Noelle's ear. "No matter how old you are, you will forever be a small girl to me." Tasha declared, whispering. "Why?" Noelle asked. "Because I love you." Tasha smiled, and Noelle smiled back at her.

Wait… Perhaps I can try this…’ Lynn regained his energy as he quickly type a new number code. 0-3-0-3-9-7 Ding! It is Shannon’s birthdate! ‘The heck?! Why are you using my girlfriend’s birthdate!’ Lynn actually didn’t expect this to be correct. He just had a sudden thought after recalling how obsessed this guy was with his girlfriend. Now that his hunch was proven correct, he realized just how desperate this guy was! “Ugh… Whatever, I’ll see whatever secrets you have here.” Lynn muttered as he looked inside the safe box.

Newly motivated, he set the treadmill faster and enjoyed the speed. "Are you in a hurry?" Janik also greeted his friend in sports clothes. Josh grinned and turned the treadmill off. "Morning!" He took a towel and his water bottle while Janik started the treadmill. "And how did you run?" "27 minutes, 9.7 kilometers." Janik grinned. "Show off." "You asked me." Josh said with a shrug and started doing pushups. “You always take everything so precisely. Just say: nine kilometers in half an hour. "

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

"How could I expect him to still remember me? I must really think highly of myself to think Stanley would want to have anything to do with me! I freaking left him five years ago without a damn words!" By now, Amelia was walking through the long narrow passage that leads to her way out. She was staggering while walking and at the same time talking to herself which attract some customers stares when she got to the reception. "Miss, do you need help?" A receptionist asked. " Fuck off! Do I look like I need one? Who are you to help me? Oh yeah I suddenly remember I need your help! I need you to make Stanley remember me and Iove me!" " Can you? Huh, didn't you asked if I needed help? Are you ba

The doctor stated confidently. A sentence came into my mind that had me looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "I know how to open up a door. You have to turn the door handle." I stated confidently. That's why the door handle giggled, it needed to be turned. "It's a door knob sweet heart. Not a handle." My father stated as he pressed his lips together. "Turn the door knob." I whispered as the words just came to me. "I can remember things." I rushed out with a smile. If they told me the words I would remember. They were inside my head. I could only assume it would take time for my memories to come back.

Laugh. — You’ve earned it, Lucas whispers. Dad smiles, his gaze a bit blurry. — We’ll come bother you from time to time. Promise. The meal lingers on. The wine warms the hearts, but it’s mostly the tenderness between us that makes the hours beat. We reminisce about memories, childhood antics, Sundays by the lake, too-short summers, the tempers too, and everything we’ve repaired over time. Mom brings out a homemade pie. Dad tries to steal a spoonful of whipped cream from my plate.

The best memories Ah, summer break will be over in a little longer too, so Ah, the sun and moon get along So sad, so lonely, we had so many fights Inside the secret base that belonged to the two of us You and the end of summer and the drams of the future And our big hope, I won’t forget them I believe that we will meet in August 10 years later I knew that you screamed ‘thank you’ From the bottom of your heart till the very end A goodbye when you hold back your tears and smile Is lonely, isn’t it The best memories There’s nothing I can do About the sudden change of schools So, I’ll write a letter, I’ll call you, So please don’t forget about me Forever, inside the secret base that belonged to

​The Rain of Memories ​Outside the ship, the silver pixels of the moon’s shell began to fall toward the surface of Sigma-9. They looked like a meteor shower of pure light. But as they hit the atmosphere, they didn't burn up. They turned into "Memory-Rain", a soft, glowing drizzle that carried the songs, the stories, and the secret dreams of the ancestors back to the people in the streets.

He was about to recount more of their beautiful memories when Zoey stopped him. "Enough. Don't you see? Every single one of your so-called beautiful memories became a blade that wounded me. "You're right—I can't fight back. But I can run away. I'm begging you, please just leave me alone. Can you do that?"