Poetry About Future Novels & Stories

A child, miraculous. And a future… waiting to be written.

--- And as the last connection to the outside world vanished— As the system entered its darkest state— As everything they had built disappeared into nothing but potential— One final truth emerged: --- Sometimes saving the future… --- Means being willing to shut down the present.

The technology in this time is so advanced that you will not be able to imagine it even in your wildest dreams. The airports do not exist anymore. Instead there are spaceports. People travel from one planet to another planet, one galaxy to another galaxy for vacation, marriage ceremonies, birthdays etc. Each spaceport has upto 300 rockets and space shuttles. All the cars are now aircars. People do not need aeroplanes and trains anymore. They are just kept as models in the museum to help the upcoming generations to see these 'vintage' machines.

By the life we had just discovered. And the future that was no longer waiting— But already unfolding. Would matter more.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Anthony... I can’t see anymore... I’m already useless...” Before Indya could finish speaking, Anthony silenced her with a kiss. “Do... you still want me?” Indya asked almost pleadingly, and Anthony answered her with nothing but gentle kisses, one after another. “Indya, do you know... all these years since you left, I kept dreaming of the moment you stepped onto that plane. I shouldn’t have held you back. Your world is so much bigger.” I stood at the door holding a meal box, looking like a complete joke.

The Harbinger’s head tilted. “A witness.” Vanessa’s voice became sharp. “A witness to what?” The Harbinger’s shape flickered. And then— An imaginative and prescient hit all and sundry at once. The Future They Don’t Want Us to See I noticed it. Not a memory. Not a warning. A future. A global burning. Not with the aid of using battle . Not with the aid of using invasion. By rewriting. People on foot in the streets, their eyes empty. Their minds erased.

I couldn’t wait to see what the future would hold for us. THE END.

I anxiously messaged the future Veronica, but after sending it, the message vanished into silence. There was no reply at all. The longer I stared at the screen, the more uneasy I became. A bad feeling crept up in my chest. Was I really about to die? Had I failed to make it to 2030? I would only be in my early thirties then. Were my prime years gone just like that? Thinking about it, I could not sit still in the car.

The wind stilled The road stayed empty And somewhere out there Our children were waiting Not knowing That what had just begun Would decide the future of everything we had built

"Time is a river, flowing from the past to the present, shaping the future. It is a tapestry woven by the choices of every being." The Time Oracle nodded. "Correct. To unravel time's mysteries, you must understand its threads. I shall grant you a glimpse into the past, the present, and the myriad possibilities of the future."