10000 Years Later Novels & Stories

1005 years after Luna broke the sky. The pup from Luna’s hill was 13 now. His name was Tare. His moon was pink, scarred, and restless. He didn’t want to sit in the Circle. He wanted to run. “Why do we keep bleeding?” he asked the elder one morning. “Luna died 1000 years ago. Hope died 900. Asha died 800. When does it stop?” The elder, eyes like Asha’s, touched the stone *WE CHOOSE FOREVER*. “It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.”

"No, I want to be here, be with you as long as I can. I have nothing there, no one to call family. I have two huge families here. I would trade my life for Allena's in a heartbeat." "So what is this future like? 2000 years from now is a long time." "It's many things, good and bad; a world of constant change. A world of hashtags and followers, with few real human connections. It can get very lonely sometimes." "We should go there some time now that we got both the stones. I want to see the cars." "I will stop talking about it then. You can see it all for yourself." And probably we should bring back a couple of forks so that he realizes how silly it is to eat meat with a spoon, I thought.

he pauses looking at me once again. "It had been going on for five years at that point. The leader wanted to take over every pack in his vicinity and we were on his list. It started with Rachel's family first. As you know Rachel came to our pack when she was fourteen." That's right how could I forget? She moved here when we were just in middle school.

I looked at Rosalind's reddening eyes. Suddenly, I was reminded of how she looked when she was crying in the pouring rain back then. I believed the raindrops clinging to her lashes were real then. And now, I believed the bitterness and hatred in her eyes were just as real. "I gave you 99 chances," I said as I got up to gather the documents. "It's time for me to step back for the 100th time." With that, I gave a small wave. Alain stepped in and escorted Rosalind out.

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

I thought you could save yourself…" "You thought?" She cut him off with a mocking laugh. "So you sacrificed me without hesitation." "We were together for ten years," he said, eyes reddened. "You know what kind of man I am. How could I ever want you dead? Are you really going to erase everything between us over this one mistake?" Mabel looked at him with pity and ridicule. "Yes. Ten years. "It took me ten years to finally see clearly. "In your eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn you could sacrifice for the family's interests."

Let’s go. *** “What’s happening?” Don whispers to me. “How the hell would I know?” I respond. “It says this email belongs to a…” Justin trails off. The pixels are all distorted and the profile info is hard to make out. Justin hacked the old email, and it seems like we get a new clear pixel every 10 minutes. “S-” he starts, as one letter reveals itself. “i-” I pick up, as another letter materializes. “l-” Don says excitedly.

"Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two." "An extra year," Arthur repeated, the words sounding massive in the quiet library. He walked over to the side of the sofa, looking down at her. "Evelyn, a year is... we can do a lot in a year." "A year of hospitals, Arthur," Evelyn said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She looked at her palette of paints sitting on the side table, the fresh blues and grays she had only just started to use. "A year of nausea and machines. I spent three years being a ghost in this house. I don't want to spend my last days being a ghost in a clinic in Switze