Read The Future Novels & Stories

Instead, I said, “Married and working at a firm.” “To Jillie?” “I can’t predict the future,” I told him. But she could. I wonder if she’d learn to control the visions and call on them when she wanted to. Then she could tell me what our future held. The waiter made his way back over to our table. We’d just gotten our drinks, so we didn’t need a refill. He stopped and laid a folded piece of paper on the table. “For you.” He stated, simply sliding the paper to me. I unfolded it, and it read:

"It means while they searched your mind you saw glimpses of the future." The room froze. Future. My heart pounded. Stefan. The attacks. Kaels death. Chloes betrayal. No. No. No. I swallowed hard. "Future?" "Possibilities " She corrected. "Nothing is written in stone." What I saw may come to pass it may not. I knew. The things I saw were real. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Someday. I was not ready. Not yet.

In the afternoon, I mysteriously receive a text message from myself seven years in the future. Thinking it's some kind of new scam, I don't even bother reading it before replying, "Get lost, scammer!" However, the sender sends a photo of an empty bottle of sleeping pills and replies, "I'm not a scammer, but I really am dying. Break up with Crystal. Today will be the first day she cheats on you. "Her first true love just returned from abroad today. His name is Reuben Knight." I'm stunned. I'm about to make fun of the scammer for lying so blatantly to me because I clearly know that I am Crystal Harper's first love. At that moment, the door behind me opens. Crystal then strides in with a m

I turned back to it and wrote slowly: ‘What are you? The book responded almost instantly: ‘I am a Living Book. I can answer any question. I know all that was, and all that is.’ I pondered on those words, all the was, the future, all that is, the present, then what about the future? I decided to try asking it. ‘What about the future?’ I wrote. There was a pause. ‘I do not know the future. The future is shaped by choice.’ it wrote. I let out a soft giggle, stunned. “This… this book is amazing. It actually talks back, it answers anything.”

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

He said and turned his phone screen to my face, I saw how I was begging him. He went further with his speech "For the future purpose, that's why I recorded it, the evidence is here to show that you are the one who wanted this not me, mind the door as you leave. I will call you for the next appointment," he said and proceeded with whatever he was doing on his phone. "That's rude of him," Mr. Badmus said after being silent for a while now.

Snow poked his head out from the top of his new terrarium, his tiny crimson eyes darting around inquisitively, as if carefully surveying this pristine, magnificent new world. My phone vibrated once more in my palm. “See you tomorrow, Hill.” It was a collection of just a few brief words, yet a soft, uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of my lips. What did the future hold for us? I couldn’t say for certain. But I knew with clarity that regardless of what came next, it would be a radiant, entirely unwritten future that belonged completely to me. (The End)

Before that, he had carried me on his back across two blocks and vowed to stay by my side as long as we lived. I'd once believed we would be together forever. But Gianna gradually stole his tenderness and ground away his patience toward me. In the end, the very man who once fought with everything he had to protect me forgot the one thing he should never have forgotten about me. I closed my eyes, and the desperate video call from the future came to my mind again. There I was in the basement, hollow-eyed and in despair, begging myself to run. I often found myself wondering what would've happened to me if I hadn't left back then and just kept walking the path I was on.

Tears blurred his vision. He pulled out his phone and called Audrey with shaking hands. Only then did he discover she had blocked him. His breathing grew heavy. His hands would not stop trembling as he opened their old chat thread. He typed, "Audrey, where are you? I'm coming to get you." The message failed to send. The light in his eyes went out completely. The woman who used to forgive him after the slightest effort, and often comforted herself without any effort from him at all, would no longer answer him.

I glance over to him quickly and he just nods telling me, "You can check anything out that you like. I'm going to make us something to eat. Enjoy yourself." I don't waste any time. I need answers. What better place to find them, than in a library? I wasn't sure where to begin, so I just grab the first book that I see. It's a yearbook for the year 2035. I nearly stumble. Huh? That doesn't seem right. It seems impossible. Like somehow I just jumped into the future.