Staring At The Future Novels & Stories

Keith caught more than a thief in that alley. He caught a future. Our future. And I can't wait to see where it takes us.

Not until Jace smirks and finally, finally, releases me from his gaze. Eyes still linger on me, but I ignore them. Instead, I focus on Sarah as she lifts her glass. “Another year ends. A new beginning awaits. The future is bright!” Cheers erupt through the room. I clap along absently, the energy infectious, the reality sinking in. This is it. My future is right in front of me. And for the first time, nothing is holding me back.

"Let me ask something else. When you think about your future, about years from now, what do you see?" I close my eyes. Try to picture it. "I see Mira. Growing up. Laughing. Learning. Being loved." "And who's with you? In that future?" I open my eyes. "I don't know. Sometimes I see Damon. Sometimes you. Sometimes Caius. It keeps changing." "That's the problem, isn't it? You can see a future with any of us. Can't narrow it down." "Yes." "Then let me help." He takes my hands. "Close your eyes again. Picture this. It's five years from now. Mira's running around. Playing. Being a kid. You're watching her. Who's beside you? Don't think. Just feel. Who's there?"

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I certainly know that there is some sort of conflict looming deep in the shadows but right now, I am just going to live in the moment and forget about anything that is possible of happening in the future. I am going to live in the moment as I already said and let the future decide for itself. After all, this realm is full of surprises and I may end up getting disappointed if I bet so high on the future. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

"I don't know where I will be in the next few years, I might be dead." I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly. "I don't know and I don't want to know. What matters to me is the present and not the future. I have a lot of problems that I need to tackle and thinking about my future and where I would be is a hassle that I don't want to take part in" The car driver bobbed his head slowly. "I understand where you are coming from, miss, but the things that we envision about ourselves in the future give us the strength to tackle the problems in the present, "

"And hopelessness caused the rest." That shut everyone up. Even the grieving being. The silver ocean shimmered faintly beneath the observatory floor. Its waters calmer than before. Healing. Recovering. But now another fear spread across the surface. Not grief. Anticipation. Luke noticed something then. Something small. The future projections around the room had stopped disappearing. He pointed immediately. "Wait." Everyone looked. The projection windows glowed softly. Thousands of futures remained visible. Not many. Far fewer than before.

And for the first time in a very long while, Raymond Stone looked toward the future without searching for danger waiting in the shadows. Instead, he found himself looking forward to tomorrow.

But tonight— Tonight asked for nothing at all. And for the first time, Jordan understood that this was what people meant when they talked about building a future—not racing toward it, not guarding against it, but letting it take shape around them, quietly, as they stayed.

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