All Our Tomorrows Book Novels & Stories

And tomorrow? Tomorrow was ours to build.

And the comforting certainty that tomorrow no longer had to be feared. THE END

It’s Adam! The impact sends my entire lunch; pasta with bright red marinara sauce slowly flying through the air and landing with a wet splatter all over Adam’s white shirt. Everywhere goes silent and I suddenly wish to be swallowed by a miraculous shark. I opened my eyes to a new world but I still find myself in the cafeteria.

Choosing belief over catastrophe choosing life. Tomorrow, We'd go home, Finally All of us Together , Complete. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

It was a journey he never would have taken alone, but with Brandon by his side, he felt a renewed sense of strength and resilience. Because of Liam's unstable emotions, Brandon didn't let him cook for everyone, and he did the cooking because the gas stove left by the previous tenant still had contents. Liam also told them that three months before the end of the world happened, the tenants of their house moved. That was also one of the reasons why Liam took a part-time job. Because they can no longer support both Liam and Jarvis in their studies.

Elliot The beach is quiet now, the sun’s last light fading into darkness as stars begin to dot the sky. Beside me, Luca is a steady, comforting presence. I can feel his warmth as he holds my hand, grounding me in a way I’ve never known. And for the first time, I find myself daring to imagine a future where this, where we could be my reality, a life I no longer have to keep in the shadows.

Each one beginning with a choice. A question. A possibility. Ama smiled. For a moment, she thought about the book. The First Tomorrow. She hadn't seen it since the room beyond the Threshold faded. Sometimes she wondered where it had gone. Sometimes she wondered if it still existed. Then she remembered something important. It didn't matter. Because the book had never been the point. The story had been. And stories didn't end when books closed. They continued in the people who carried them forward. A group of children ran past her.

Their opinions don’t matter to me, anymore. It was a weekday and I woke up a little too late but instead of getting up for breakfast, (since I still wasn’t hungry) I ended up snuggling with the stuffed toy that Enrique gave to me on my birthday along with a copy of Chloe Krug Benjamin’s The Anatomy of Dreams filled with highlighters and sticky notes on parts that he liked the most. The idea was really wholesome that I keep on anticipating for the next page to find another note with his messy penmanship starting with my name and a message he wanted to tell me on how a highlighted sentence reminded him of me.

Black's POV Today is club recruitment day. It's a day designated for the freshmen and transfer students to check out the clubs and join one that interests them. There aren't any classes today, so the whole day is used for clubs to recruit members. Luckily, I already have a club, so I don't have to go through the trouble of trying to find one. I entered our club room, and surprisngly, Crimson wasn't there. While waiting for him, I decided to work on some schoolwork.

Inside were all the love letters Anthony had written to me over the years, along with tickets from trips we had taken. Then, I lit a candle and tossed it into the box. Thick black smoke billowed out immediately, and I began to cough from the choking fumes.