Poetry About Future Novels & Stories

I continued to talk while he already stood up and was dragging me to the door. “I just heard too many soon’s and that’s all I could get into my head.” He said and I laughed letting him to drag me. How everything turned out? This is nothing but unexpected from my future those few months back, but the expected would have hurt or many not. What if I actually was just a PA and he tried to seduce me? I would have slapped him for sure. Maybe unexpected is really a good thing for it to happen.

We need to leave our comfort zone and learn to stand on our own two feet. Wait I suddenly thought of something… at six o'clock dean my loves will return. I'll make him a poem again in case he misses his sweet suitor. I got a red scented paper and a fountain pen. ~Dear Future hubby~ I do not know who you are, nor your face; neither your age; I don't have any idea. You appeared in my dream as a shadow. Sometimes a man with a mask. I want to ask, are you my future man?

His voice had a far-off note to it and something about that look seemed like he was a million miles away even though he was close enough for me to touch. Without notice, dark shadows began creeping over the sunny room, turning the colorful scene black and blue. Adrian slowly lifted his enthralled gaze up to the glass ceiling and I followed it to see a night sky full of brightly lit stars. "Many believe our futures are prewritten in the stars. That if you can decipher them correctly, you can reveal what the future will hold. Men have wasted their present lives trying to find out what lies ahead. Ironic isn't it? But you...you aren't consumed by what has yet to pass. Only what already has and

Reality itself seemed to rejoice. The torch flowed into them. Not as power. As purpose. As trust. As love. Visions flashed through Lyra's mind. Worlds yet to be born. Stories yet to be told. Children laughing beneath unfamiliar skies. Civilizations rising. Falling. Growing. Dreaming. Living. The future. Endless and beautiful. When the light finally faded, the torch was gone. But its warmth remained. Inside them. Part of them. The Dreamer's smile widened. Filled with pride.

I stood in the light, holding onto my bright future. The End

I looked once more at the skyline the world that almost lost itself to perfection. “Yeah,” I whispered. “Let’s.” Because the future wasn’t something to conquer anymore. It was something to live in.

His thoughts were busy analyzing and connecting all the indefinite thoughts. 'Future indeed has an ocean full of surprises and hurdles for them to cross.', Anan was sure of that for now.

And beyond the horizon, beyond coherence, beyond the long age of arriving— Something waited. Not a destination. A future. Alive enough to remain unfinished.

Content in the present yet anticipating the future, we stepped forward, our hearts entwined, our bond unbreakable—a new tale waiting ever patiently on the horizon. Forever begins here, in the quiet strength of dawn, as echoes of a forgotten past whisper promise that may yet unfold. But no matter what is to come, we will face it together.

It was as if the burdens, the fears, the heartbreaks of the past months had vanished, leaving only a promise of a future stretching out before us like an open road. *