Staring At The Future Novels & Stories

“So tomorrow we announce?” Oliver looked up at the dark sky, stars barely visible beyond campus lights. Tomorrow meant commitment. No turning back. He felt nervous. Excited. Alive. “Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow.” And for the first time, the future didn’t feel like something chasing him. It felt like something he was running toward.

“Do you know that or are you just saying that?” “Saying it.” I sighed, because I wished I could know for sure, but seeing the future has been so damn hard as of late. With everything relying on Elara and her decisions, the future is so hazy and only getting hazier as she grows. Getting a clear vision has been harder than finding a leprechaun.

I was already getting emotional as a little pull of tears threatened to fall off from my eyes. "What future? Future is an event that's yet to happen, so leave the future for itself, When it comes. If the future comes, then we’ll fix anything that could go wrong, okay? So don’t use some silly words to make me look like a fool over here," Caspian responded, slightly cutting into what I was saying, his voice rising high and aggressively as he continued yelling at me uncontrollably.

Alec explained to me when he noticed my reaction. I nodded. “First, before I dive into everything, I want to explain that while I can see many things, I can’t see everything,” she explained facing me. “Secondly, I want to make it clear that when I glimpse the future, some things are sharp, clear - these things will most definitely happen. But - there are also a majority of things that appear fuzzy or grayed, less vibrant - these things may change. The future is always evolving, it’s influenced by every little thing we do or don’t do.”

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

I decide to focus on that, focus on the now, and not on the hazy future that keeps rearing its ugly head through the mists. It can wait for another day.

The future did not arrive with clarity. It arrived with space. Lillian noticed it in the smallest way, standing at the kitchen counter one morning with a cup of coffee growing cold in her hands. There was no urgency pressing at her thoughts. No question demanding resolution. No narrative pulling her forward or back. Just room. For most of her life, the future had been something to brace against. A direction imposed by absence, expectation, or survival. Even when she had believed she was choosing freely, the shape of what came next had always been outlined by what had already happened.

The visions stop and I’m standing in front of Netta, panting like a fish out of water, trying to catch my breath. “This is what we're fighting for,” Netta proclaimed. “There Will come a time when you will want to give up, Just remember what I showed you here, a future that’s yet to happen and the past,” Netta says as she floats away.

Then, we were silent. “Are you ready for your face off tomorrow?” Eddy asked as he was sitting on the ledge of the pool. I sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know. I was too preoccupied with everything that I hardly get to the point that I can focus tomorrow,” I said as I was looking at the night sky. It was starless, like my future. “Don’t worry. All things that were destined for you will come, I can assure you that,” Eddy said as he was patting my shoulder. I turned to look at him before I was arching my eyebrow.

The only stop I'll look for where I'll always find is Layla He couldn't even begin to think about the future. You have no future, no reliable source. The image of endless days unfolding before he refused to form it, he simply could not face even more than a day, to be alone with a perpetual march. A day without Layla? Why is it so annoying?