My Future Self Novels & Stories

"Who in the world are you, and what is this car accident about?" I asked, pulling on the handbrake with all my might. Still shaken, I stared at the crash site not far away, my back drenched in cold sweat. Someone with a voice identical to mine spoke through the phone. "Do not doubt me. I am you from three years in the future. That's why I know about all these." However, this felt absurd to me. I was convinced it was a tech-savvy voice-phishing scammer who was manipulating my voice.

I was already getting emotional as a little pull of tears threatened to fall off from my eyes. "What future? Future is an event that's yet to happen, so leave the future for itself, When it comes. If the future comes, then we’ll fix anything that could go wrong, okay? So don’t use some silly words to make me look like a fool over here," Caspian responded, slightly cutting into what I was saying, his voice rising high and aggressively as he continued yelling at me uncontrollably.

There was no way in hell that I was not going to like to be on my own or enjoy the benefits of life but this was out of my league. "We will get over this together." She assured me. "Hmm." "You believe it already right? I'm sure you also believe the fact that it's going to be a little bit too hectic for the both of us to come up with something even better but whatever the case may be, I'm sure that we would be able to handle it together." She reassured me. "I don't want to go home anymore." I complained. "And I don't mind that. The only thing I mind is the fact that we have college, we have to become better versions of ourselves. At least that is what we owe our future selves." She said,

So when I was studying education, I was at a loss, because that's not really what I wanted to study, but then again, after I had my degree, I aimed to be at law school, I pushed my luck and called myself thick-skinned and selfish but I thought this was what I came for, this was the reason why I live, so I grabbed every chance I get. And before I noticed it, I was heading to my greatest downfall. Now, I'm back to square one, and I'm not hoping or planning anything for my future anymore. Now that I know I'm going to die, there's no need to plan or save for the future. There's no future... for me, that is. Ugh, I hate this part of myself. Sulking and not being able to do anything. "Sulli? Sulli

I didn’t know what the next few weeks would bring. I didn’t know whether the improvement would last. I didn’t know if my heart would keep cooperating or if my lungs would eventually demand more than I could give. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, I had something I hadn’t allowed myself to have in a long time. A future. Not a carefully planned list of memories. Not photographs meant to explain who I had been. A future. One where I could hold my baby. One where I could hear a tiny voice call me Mom.

“That’s the point, Ava. The Queen convinced you that ordinary love wasn’t enough. But maybe ordinary love is the bravest, most revolutionary thing you can choose. It’s not about filling a hole. It’s about building something together that doesn’t need to be filled by excess.” Her words stayed with me for days, like seeds planted in soil I had long thought barren. The real breakthrough came during a new experimental therapy session Dr. Voss had introduced — “Future Self Visualization.” We were asked to write letters from our future selves, ten years ahead, describing the life we had built. I wrote mine with trembling hands, the words flowing faster than I could control. "Dear Past Ava, It’s be

I certainly know that there is some sort of conflict looming deep in the shadows but right now, I am just going to live in the moment and forget about anything that is possible of happening in the future. I am going to live in the moment as I already said and let the future decide for itself. After all, this realm is full of surprises and I may end up getting disappointed if I bet so high on the future. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

They are age-old writings and so I can't understand them. "What's the point? I see but don't understand it." I murmured. I was ready to snatch it from the air when my face reflected in the paper. It was me that I never meet yet. It must be in the future. Wait, this paper is showing me my future?

Root stepped between them. “No.” The voice paused. “What?” “A later self does not automatically have superior authority over an earlier self simply because it has more chronological information.” The Heir replied: “A later self may understand long-term consequences better.” “May.” “Yes.” “May also be coerced, desperate, impaired, manipulated, or responding to circumstances that do not yet exist.” Silence. Root continued: “Future consent should not become retroactive ownership.” The Heir said: “Then current selves could prevent later selves from escaping identities imposed upon them.”

Imagine kung malalaman niyang galing akong future. It's either isipin niyang nababaliw na ako't dalhin niya ako sa isang asylum at mabulok doon habang buhay, Or! Maniwala siya't tanungin ako about sa future which is hindi maganda kasi sa isang pagkakamali eh maaring mabago ang hinaharap. So No! I won't tell him anything. No to spoilers! I need to protect the future kahit na magsinungaling pa ako ng paulit ulit sakaniya.