Staring At The Future Novels & Stories

I buried my face on your chest and snaked my both arms around you to give you a tighter hug than yours. I let out a sigh. Your chest went up and down as well, sign that you let out a sigh, but out of what? Relief? Stress? Terrified? On the other hand, a thought popped in my mind. Instead of being so much worried of what will happen in the future, why not focus in our present instead? I might regret not cherishing these if something happened sooner or later. "Did we include stargazing on the list?" I looked up on you. Your eyes met mine right away as well. Your stare is expressionless, but something might be hiding underneath that emptiness of your gaze. You shook your head tardily. I, then,

After spending another year preparing to retake the SAT, I tried to register, only for the system to tell me I couldn't. According to its records, I'd already enrolled at Briarwood University and had been attending college for a full year. But on the day the exam results came out last year, Mom had clearly told me, "Conor, you only scored 1280. You're more than a hundred points short of getting into Briarwood." That same day, Cassidy Vaughn patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me, "Conor, take another year and try again. I'll be waiting for you at Briarwood." My hands shook as I opened Briarwood University's official social media page. The pinned post read: "Meet Conor Hale, Outstan

“I remember tomorrow.” Then the lights in the chamber went out. Every single one. The boy whispered: “Tomorrow is coming.” Auren raised his hand. Nothing happened. His light wouldn't ignite. Elias tried to create a star. Nothing appeared. Sol tried to choose another outcome. Nothing changed. Aria reached for Emily. Emily grabbed her. Kael moved in front of them. The First Mother looked toward the darkness. “What is happening?” The boy answered. “The future is closing.” Evan stepped forward.

"What about you?" He was quiet for a moment. Then he looked at me, and the vulnerability in his eyes made my breath catch. "Before I met you, I never thought about the future." His voice was rougher now. "After Stella died, I stopped imagining forward. Every day was just about getting through the next one. Existing without living, like I was just taking up space until something finally put me down." "And now?" "Now I think about it all the time." He held my gaze without flinching. "And every version of the future I imagine has you in it."

Their eyes give off the glow of emotion, and he could vaguely see that something is troubling the woman, but she dares not say what it was. Upon realizing that this conversation will not end unless it is started to begin with, Crystal gave a look of defeat. “I just thought… what if something bad happens in the future? If the future isn’t as beautiful as it is expected to be?” she questioned, as if it was a rhetorical question that was not supposed to be given an answer of. She drifted her gaze once again to the window, gazing over at vehicles whom are in the absence of women due to the traffic. “What if we were not meant to be in the future?” she sighed out in utter silence, still her eyes o

It will be difficult to forget about him, but do I have a choice? Laying down on the back on my bed, I let my eyes remain open as I stare up at the ceiling which does not have anything on it to amuse me. But still, I just keep gazing at it. Trying to figure out my future. And knowing that I don't have any, with Darin, only sours my mood.

My future. I look at the bags. The letter. The tomorrow that's waiting. And I know what I need to do. I'm ready.

Lantern light and starlight tangled on our faces. For once, the future didn’t look like a web or a ledger. It looked like this. Messy. Crowded. Chosen.

Stacey said with a knowing glint in her eye. Ellie nodded then shook her head. "But, I don't know how to see into the future. I only see catastrophes," she answered. "Have you tried to look into the far future?" "Well, no, I didn't know I could." "Then try and see what happens."

The night had deepened. New City’s skyline stretched before me, a glittering sea of light and movement, a living testament to ambition realized. I sat alone now in my office, the cooling tea forgotten at my side, my thoughts sinking deeper into the ocean of plans yet to unfold. Tonight’s peace was a rare gift. And in that quiet, I allowed myself to think—not about tomorrow’s meetings, not about treaties or budgets—but about the real future. The one we were building, step by deliberate step. The United Nation Alliance.