Stories About The Future Novels & Stories

"No." Aurora turned to them, her silver eyes wide. "What? What did he take?" The Keeper pointed a trembling hand toward the empty, missing piece of the core. "The futures." The network froze in collective dread. Millions of possible futures had just disappeared from the continuum. Children who had not yet been born, dreams that had not yet been dreamed, and stories that had not yet been lived across the span of generations—all gone. Down on Earth, humanity felt it. It was a hollow, sudden loss that nobody could logically explain, a sudden vacuum where tomorrow used to be.

--- Ember had begun to dream of the future. Not the dead—the living. She dreamed of children who had not yet been born, tending gardens that had not yet been planted, sitting on stone benches that had not yet been carved. The watcher showed her visions of a world where the gold flowers grew everywhere, where the silver blooms were as common as grass, where staying was not a struggle but a gift. "The future is not afraid," Ember said to Elara one morning, as they walked through the garden. "The children of the future do not know the network. They do not know the loop. They only know the watcher's love."

He remembered the first note. He'd written it seriously four years ago. After graduation, he would marry Nellie. That had been his biggest wish. But the second note was soaked in regret. It said if he could do it over, he never would've lived with her before marriage. The third was worse. It said he wanted a divorce. It even called Gwen his true love. Those two notes were dated six years in the future. Ridiculous. Joshua almost laughed.

Was it possible that she was older? Before I could stare at her, mouth open wide, she added "Aren't you going to ask?" "About?" To that, she beamed and I'm sure the look on face told her I was clueless as to why she was smiling. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be in your position, have my future be told to me." "So it's true-" "Yes, Nobody can read a Kriona. We can see futures of almost everybody but we cannot see ours. No one can. It is a blessing especially after having to bear the burden of the possible futures of others. Imagine what would happen if we knew ours."

he whispers to himself, looking away from me to have a silent freak-out, "That's why your mom wants to use you to gamble? And why you're so sure I won't die young. You don't just 'know' it, but you see it?" "Yes," I finally respond, sighing. There’s no point in lying or deflecting, "I can see the future... I can see multiple futures, to be honest. The most probable ones are very clear, but there's millions of options. A few things are destined to happen, but nothing is ever for certain, so the same thing could happen in a lot of different ways. Say... someone has to die, there's a million different ways for it to happen, but if it's something that big, it will happen even if I tried to stop

After a long time, I opened my sore, stinging eyes. Darkness filled my vision. My tears wouldn’t stop falling. “Nina! Nina, you’re awake?” Anthony rushed to my side and gently wiped away my tears. “Nina, I’m sorry… the doctor said… your eyes… you might not be able to see anymore.” He lowered his head, a bit guilty, then remembering I couldn’t see his expression at all, he softly took my hand. “Nina, don’t be afraid. I won’t abandon you. I’ll be your eyes from now on. Our wedding will just be postponed.”

"But you're a prophet." She sighed. "The future is predictable in some ways but in a rare sense, it can be changed. This is a heaven shaking event with no known end. Besides, my foresight is as useful as a broken film. You can see bits and pieces but you can't make out the whole story. I may write the future in my writing but it is to imply something will happen based off off from what I can see." Kurai sighed. "You know who we met so can you tell us what you know?"

“Do you know how crazy this sounds? Someone’s messing with you. That has to be it.” “I thought that too. But then the warnings kept coming true. If I hadn’t listened, you’d be—” She choked on the word. Dead. Eli stared at her, the disbelief plain. “Ava… maybe you just got lucky. Or maybe you saw smoke before the fire and freaked out. I don’t know. But letters from the future?” He shook his head. “That’s not real life.” Her stomach dropped. She’d known this would happen. The letter had warned her.

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"Tell me more about this daycare center." As they conversed, the long shadows cast by the afternoon sun painted a picture of a future full of possibilities. In the future, Hazel might go beyond simply being a survivor and, one helpful hand and one shared story at a time, turn into a beacon of hope for others. Once full of uncertainty, a single mother's path was suddenly taking an unexpected turn, bringing her closer to the prospect of a better tomorrow.