Future Tense Novels & Stories

- I live one day at a time. And that's okay, isn't it? I can have Aaron. I can almost say that I like being with him. I can talk to Gabe in the morning, go to college in the afternoon. I can lie on a soft bed and dream of your tongue. I don't want to think about the future now. I don't want to think about when I should act. I…I don't want to have to plan desperately.

"Is it in the present too?" Don looked at him. "In a different way," he said. "The future is not contained in the present the way the past is. The past is fixed. The future is not. But the conditions for the future are in the present. The quince seedlings at the north boundary — we do not know what the grove will become. But we know that the grove will become. The future is the present's potential made actual." "The present contains the past and the potential for the future," Ernest said.

“That was me from the very near future, who went to the kids’ school. Me in the present is not responsible for his actions.” “You from the future? What are you talking about?” My patience was running thin, and Carver was clearly enjoying my inner turmoil. He leaned in habitually and raised his brow. “It’s a possibility between us, love. My future self is sure about it.” “Oh, really!” It wasn’t too late to answer him in his way. So, I lifted my head, minimizing the distance from his sinfully alluring face. “I have that poison in my bag. Do you want it now or should I save it for the near future?”

Aubree's Pov *Then* (PS Then means we're talking about the past and now will be the present time) I did not have any idea that I would meet the guy on whom I spilled coke ever again, let alone that guy being my future husband, like how does the Universe work? But it seemed like the more I try to run from something, the more it comes to me. Well, whatever it was, the good stars, fate or luck, I met him again.

He hoped he could reach out to her, hold and soothe her, and persuade her to alter her mind. But he held back. It would be sufficient to do so the following day. "Sleep well, my daughter," he muttered, removing his hand from the door. The phrase "the future is tomorrow" is commonly used in English. And as the young man finally retired to his bed, the first faint gray of morning appeared in the sky. A new day was approaching, change was near, truth was on its way, and there would be times when one would be called upon to stand, battle, and conquer.

Miller commented. "What do you mean ten years? It's still 2025 isn't it?" He asks in a confused tone. "What are you talking about? It's already 2035! Where have you been?" Mr. Miler informed him. Drake felt like cold water had been splashed to his face. How can it be 2035 now? Where are the giant mushrooms and the buildings? It's impossible that they are in the future. Everything looks like it was in 2025!

I have to admit; when he talks about the future of us so vaguely with me it freaks me out. Yes I want a future with him, and I think he wants one with me, but we still haven't talked about what sort of future that would be. This all started with a six month contract; at the end of it would I be signing another? Does 'the future' mean forever or for the next little while until he gets bored of me? I want to buy into the fantasy that it's forever; that I could possibly be special enough to get the happy ending. But why would I get to live the good life when my past indicates that I will always be the bottom of the barrel.

The future I was claiming. --- Later that night, curled beside Nathan on the couch, wedding book in my lap, I told him about the dress. "I won’t be able to see it, remember? Bad luck," he teased. "Then you’ll just have to imagine it." He leaned in and kissed my temple. "I imagine you in everything. But mostly, I imagine us. Ten years from now. Twenty. Kids maybe. Or a dog." "Or both." "You running a global empire. Me, an old man still trying to cook the perfect risotto."

You see, I was waiting for a letter from Max, and I hoped that he was playing a little nicer now that I gave him a taste of how mean he was to me. Maybe now he will understand that some people just don't like being rude too. Everything works out in the end my mum use to say. I don't think I can get use to the past tense thing of 'Used to' and if I do...when will it be? Next week? Month? Year? I try to focus on the things that are happening at the here and now like my friends for example.

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