Stories About The Future Novels & Stories

“This was just the beginning. They’re escalating.” James clenched his fists. “We fight harder. We train more. We take the battle to them.” Clara stared at the empty pendant. For the first time since arriving in the future… she felt truly afraid. —END CHAPTER SEVEN—

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚? 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮. 𝙃𝙖𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨.

#Supernatural realm# #Riddles and gods# #Fate vs man's efforts# He's got more skeleton in his cupboard than an halloween outlet ♥Elena's POV♥ Is it not interesting that an upcoming second or minute is regarded as the future and it crawls its butt slowly before sinking irretrievably into the past. While future events can not be predicted with certainty, I can't help but wonder if future events are as a result of the present efforts to better the future or if it has been pre-determined by the creator to be.

That was a cute side of him I would love to see more often. “But that side of you shook my entire existence,” I said, and lifted my head up to the sky. “Have you ever thought about the future?” I asked logically. “Future, huh?” Libulan uttered, and lifted his head up high, too. “Not really, but it must be something exciting and sad, too,” he said. “Sad? Why?” I asked, and looked at Libulan’s direction. “Because not everyone can live to see the future, especially mortals. This world is constantly changing, and everything else adapts to that change. Humans, animals, and all living things evolve overtime,” said Libulan.

He could see tomorrow, or years from now, mixed up in a hazy dream. “Hmmm,” Zaha furrowed his brows again. “Or is it because the vision of the future that I saw was so random and hazy, that the folk tales I wrote turned out to be trash like this?” Maybe a combination of many things. Time and word of mouth obscured the context of the story, The story details were also weird because Zaha wanted to deliver some points to himself in the future. And most importantly, Zaha's writing ability was very mediocre, coupled with the randomness of the future he saw.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Adelina cut me off with a sad smile. “I know you want to know the future we’re speaking of, but we cannot tell you.” She said softly, “The more people who know, the more likely that future will become, especially this one. Since you and Atlas are key components in these futures, it’s detrimental that you don’t know the most likely outcomes.”

At some point, there is a connection between the two of us, perhaps writing our story about us. Perhaps we both did not know what was written in our future. But what we were in today, we were telling our story that the future will be with us. We will be connected in some way. Whatever we try to do. We were about to come close to each other to run away from each other. This voice was coming out from both of us that whenever we both looked into each other's eyes, we felt pain and a connection. This can cause pain. Be connected to our past. Pain that ends the pain between us. Add the two of us. Or we do not know how to separate the two completely. What was there for both of us in the

Then who else? Diana told me the future is capricious. It is un predictable and based on our actions or thoughts. “The world is woven from the billions of lives Emmy. Every strand crossing every other. If we could just attenuate to a single strand, the future could be entirely calculative.” Diana’s words rang in my head. She talked into riddles but I can’t blame her. maybe witches are taught to talk in riddles.

"I'm not your enemy, Lyra. I know it seems that way, but I'm not. I'm offering you something—something you've never had. A choice." "What kind of choice?" "The network is going to change the world. You know that. Millions of freed souls, connected across the globe, with abilities that transcend human limitations. Gaia, watching over everything, learning, growing. Your son, dreaming his way through the consciousness of others. This is the future." He paused. "The question is: who controls that future? You? Me? The chaos of democracy? Or someone with vision, with resources, with the ability to guide it properly?"

Cold dread settled inside me. “You should give it a try once more,” he suggested. “I don't think I am ready,” I muttered. “You never will,” he pointed. “But at least by knowing, you could change the future if possible” he stated. “Come on. Standing in front of it and don't move back until it's done. Or else it will make a future of its own” he warned me. “What do you mean?” I frowned at him. I mean that if you keep moving back without knowing the full story, there are chances that the future might turn out slightly differently.