Stories About The Future Novels & Stories

he said to VC and they both laughed. “VC do you believe someone can be blessed with the power to foresee the future or do you believe there is a way someone could find a path to the future?” Ara asked VC who looked at him curiously like he was insane. The look on Ara’s face told VC the question was of importance to his crony. “Ara some people believe in fortune tellers and science fiction movies that can’t just stop feeding us bullshits about futuristic possibilities and time travel,” VC said with a smile taking a bite from his burger before he continued: “Hope last night you didn’t stay up late watching that movie ‘Back to the Future’?” Smiling Ara nudged his friend with his leg before chuc

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.

Each one was a gift, a piece of existence that had been saved from the void. One afternoon, Sera approached me with a look of quiet excitement. "I have been thinking," she said. "The Chronicler preserved the stories of the past. But what about the stories of the future? The stories that have not yet been written?" I looked at her with curiosity. "What do you mean?" "I mean that we should not just preserve what has been. We should also prepare for what will be. We should create a space for the stories that are yet to come." "That is a beautiful idea. How would you do it?"

I reverted back to the question, “why did you change?” Jade stood up, her eyes filled with confidence in the unfaltering truth that she had to say. “ I saw things, Carmen.” Jade smirked. “The future was laid bare before me, at that point, I knew what I had to do for my dream to finally be achieved?” “Future?” I sneered. Talk about one of the things I don't trust at all. The future was the biggest lie of the century, there was no future without a definite past leading up to it.

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.

There was a time, at the beginning of my relationship with Axel where we'd stay in bed, cuddling naked after sex and just talk. He would ask me how I see myself or how I see us one year from them, two years, five, twenty and so on. Sometimes I would joke, telling him crazy stories about how I'll become an astronaut or go explore Antarctica. It was fun and lighthearted. It made me look forward to those endless amazing opportunities the future would get us. One of those answers, exactly a year ago from today, was that no matter what my future will look like as long as you are in it.

All of it had shaped us into the people we were now. “Do you ever think about the future?” I asked, my voice barely more than a murmur. Adrian was quiet for a moment, as if the question had caught him off guard. Then, he shifted, turning slightly so that he could look at me more fully. “Of course. All the time. But I think we’ve already built something incredible together, Isla. The future is just another chapter of our story.”

“It kind of is.” “No. Helpful would be a giant label.” I pointed dramatically at the page. “Past.” Then pointed to the opposite side. “Future.” I shook my head. “That’s helpful.” She laughed harder than before. I do believe she even snorted a couple times. The journal didn’t explain how far into the future the visions could extend either. Hours. Days. Months. Years. There was no explanation. Just a lovely little note informing me that future visions existed and then absolutely no instructions afterward. Typical. No damn explanations at all. This definitely isn’t white wolf 101 for dummies. That’s for sure.

She thought about what it was to sit with someone long enough that the story of the boiler became a love story, that the ordinary difficulties of an ordinary life became the texture of something you would not trade. She thought about cooling tea over a kitchen table and the words that had arrived unscheduled. She thought about the next forty years at this kitchen table, or some kitchen table, wherever they were, and the stories they were going to accumulate without knowing they were accumulating them, and she found the thought not frightening but large, enormous, the specific enormousness of a future you had chosen and were choosing and would keep choosing, ordinary

“YOU HAVE SEEN THE FUTURES.” Elena opened her eyes. “Yes.” “THEN YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF WE FAIL.” She shook her head. “No. I saw possibilities.” Silence. Then: “THAT IS WHY YOU ARE DANGEROUS.” The Future They Fear A wall suddenly became transparent. Elena saw Earth. Accra. Then other cities. Wars. Collapsed governments. Millions of people fleeing burning streets. She saw machines controlling entire populations. She saw humans surrendering decisions to systems because it was easier.