My Future Self Novels & Stories

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

Keith caught more than a thief in that alley. He caught a future. Our future. And I can't wait to see where it takes us.

She sounded desperate… angry. “What’s happening to me?” I whispered, trembling. “Who was that voice? Why did she say I’m her future self?” I gripped my hair, trying to think, but the harder I tried, the worse my headache became. “She said she’s the present and I’m the future… but how can that be possible? I’m real! I’m not anyone’s future!” I tried to use my power to make sense of it all, but everything suddenly went black for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, the air shifted; someone had just teleported into the room.

Her words hung between us, a declaration of our entwined fates, a reminder of shared responsibilities that lay ahead, a future where perhaps I could begin to repay her kindness with something more tangible than gratitude. "Tomorrow, then," I echoed, allowing a thread of enthusiasm to weave into my tone, hoping to convey a readiness I wasn't entirely sure I possessed. Tomorrow offered a chance at redemption, a day where actions could speak louder than the internal monologue of self-doubt that so often plagued me.

It would bother me a lot. Imagine that one had been craving a particular chocolate all their life. Right before they were about to obtain it, someone snatched it away and put it in their mouth before spitting it. Would they consume the eaten chocolate? No reasonable person would. "I'll let my future self decide. We'll see where it leads now. There's simply no better solution at the moment. Colin and I trust each other, and we will work hard for us. That's all that matters. We don't know what the future holds, so let's cherish the present." I relented.

Will become purpose instead of burden. You're going to be okay. Better than okay. You're going to be extraordinary. I know you don't believe me. Know you think I'm writing fiction to make you feel better. But I'm you. Three years older. Three years stronger. Three years healed. And I'm telling you the truth. Hold on. Just hold on. Harper's almost there. And everything, everything gets better from here. With love and understanding and the knowledge that you make it through, Your Future Self

What if he just wanted to take advantage of my current situation and leave me after he got what he wanted All these questions rushed through my mind leaving me with no solution. I then looked at my current situation and my possible future in this place then made a decision that my future self would for sure make it again "Yes"

“I- I- It’s… I mean- Let’s go something lighter. Oh wait, no… I should just be brave shouldn’t I and not have anyone else in the way of what I want. If I want something, I should just go for it by myself, no other people involved but… it’s what my aunt used to always say, and… did you know that Lila and I are related. She’s my great aunt and my own aunt still keeps her paintings. I don’t think that I was supposed to know that. It was listening in. I was… I went… After you sent me the time machine to escape, it sent me to the future, and it was here. I met my future self and your future self, and Lila’s future self. She was the one in charge of taking care of m

I guess, no matter how hard I try, I still cannot forget what happened to my sister. If anything, I've learned that it's good to rely on myself. We never know what life will throw at us. This has nothing to do with you, Armstrong. I am just saying, the future is uncertain." "Then we can make it certain. Yes, we can make the future certain. Make sure you have enough. Even in the next hundred years, you'll have a lot to take care of you. Even if I am not there, you will not have to return to that lifestyle.

It was herself again. Her future self looked exhausted, eyes empty like she had lost everything. “You’re doing it again,” she said quietly. “Doing what?” “Thinking you can fix it.” Rose’s voice trembled. “I can and I am trying.” “No,” her future self cut in. “You’re just delaying it.” Rose stepped back, shaking her head. “That’s not true.” Her dead self let out a soft laugh. “By the time you understand…” Both versions spoke at once. “It’ll be too late.”