Someday Maybe Novels & Stories

Of music, and lights, and maybe — just maybe — magic. Because maybe prom wasn’t just a night. Maybe it was a moment that would change everything.

Maybe ѕоmе ѕlеер wіll mаkе thіngѕ more сlеаr or Maybe it won’t. Bу thе tіmе I dесіdе tо get gоіng, іt’ѕ lаtе іn thе morning. I ѕhоuldn’t bе wоrkіng thіѕ hаrd, but whо еlѕе іѕ gоіng to find Aрrіl if I don’t? The саѕе ѕееmѕ to hаvе drорреd off еvеrуоnе’ѕ radar here.

As if it's turning into a blank canvas. I forced a smile. Someday, I'll be okay. And when that day comes, I'll be somebody else's everything.

“It’s not simple. It’s just manageable.” She looked at the city lights. “I think part of me got comfortable with the idea of an ending.” Vince’s expression softened. “Endings feel certain. Futures don’t.” She nodded. “Yes.” He reached for her hand. “Then don’t think about the future yet.” She glanced at him. “What should I think about?” “Tomorrow.” She smiled faintly. “You really like that word.” “Because tomorrow is always possible.” That night, as she lay in bed, Tiana realized something she hadn’t admitted out loud.

I just hope that tomorrow I'll see her and talk to her some more. . . . . Please like and comment. Also please please follow me. Thank you❤❤❤.

It’s been so long since have ever allowed myself to even dream of a new possibility of a future that isn’t filled with loneliness, I had made my peace with my current life and even cut loose those daydreams I once had. Yeah! A bookstore owner who isn’t a dreamer? That’s me, dreams are for those with the ability to make them happen realistically. And I knew, I knew with my track record a chance at a happy life filled with maybe a husband, family was highly unlikely but now this stranger, this man keeps telling me am his!

But right now all I feel is empty. We sit there until the wine's gone. Until Maya has to leave for work tomorrow. Until I'm alone again in my mediocre apartment with my mediocre life. I check my phone one more time before bed. Another message from that unknown number. **Unknown: Tomorrow will be better. Promise.** I don't believe them. But I save the number anyway.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the way it's meant to be. Maybe, just maybe, this is the way she'll reunite with her mother again.

"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."

Only futures waiting to be explored. Her phone buzzed one last time.Clara.“The archive has no endpoint.”Everlyn typed back.“Neither does humanity.”The response took longer than usual.Then finally:“Perhaps that is the same thing.”Everlyn stared at the message.At the city.At the endless possibilities unfolding beyond the glass.And for the first time since all of this began she stopped thinking about where humanity was going.Because maybe the destination had never been the point.Maybe survival depended on preserving the ability to imagine destinations that didn't exist yet.And somewhere inside the ever growing Archive of Possibilities billions of futures waited.Not to be chosen.Not to be predic