Story About Future Novels & Stories

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.”

Dear future me, Ian has been sweet since telling me the horrible news. He doesn't want to go either and we both wished there was a way for him to stay. We've been hanging out more everyday. Any chance we get we sneak out together and talk. This time it was done on the roof of his house. We stared at the stars and spoke about our future aspirations.

Madam Florence suggested if she doesn't feel well, she may continue the story another day. "Ma, today is the best day to free my mind. Tomorrow is faceless", she said and drank some water.

Then answered simply. “Living.” Jun nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That fits.” — The future had arrived. Not as something dramatic. Not as something controlled. But as something that stayed. And in staying— It became something no system, no empire, no trillionaire could ever take away again. Because it no longer belonged to any of them. It belonged to everyone willing to carry it forward. One imperfect decision at a time. The final chapters were close. But the story no longer needed to end.

"It doesn't sound like you're just receiving visions, sweetheart. It sounds as if you actually lived it." ​I flinched, my heart skipping a violent beat. My fingers tightened against the stone railing until my knuckles turned stark white. I hadn't told him the full truth—I hadn't told him that I was a regressor who had watched the world rot for five years. If he knew I was from the future, I don't know what would happen but I have a feeling that the power dynamic would shift entirely.

Yes to a beautiful future. The End.

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.

And for the first time in our lives, the future didn’t look like a weapon. It looked like a home. The End

as I down an oil-soaked fry. "I went to the future. I mean, like 2042 so not that far, and--" he spaces out. There's this blank look in his eyes. I can't place it, but somehow that honey color turns deep brown. He takes another bite of the horrendous burger, so this must be bad. "Wh-What?" "There was nothing. The land--i-it was empty." "Like what? Pollution, or--" "There were no people, no plants, just hollow buildings. I--"

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.