The Day After Tomorrow Novels & Stories

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

Later, he came to return the keys to my parents' house. "I'm sorry, Aster. I shouldn't have mortgaged your parents' house behind your back." I looked at him coldly. "You don't think returning the keys cancels the mortgage, do you?" Lionel smiled sadly. "Keep the keys. They're yours anyway. I didn't touch anything inside. If you ever go back, the place is just how they left it." I pocketed the key and prepared to leave, but Lionel held out signed divorce papers. He said, "I agree to the divorce, Aster. Let's meet at the courthouse tomorrow at 9 a.m."

At that moment, my phone rang. "Hello? Are you here?" I answered coldly. "Five minutes," a deep male voice responded. Shortly after, Justin entered the room dressed in a black trench coat, his expression grim. He immediately closed the door behind him, plunging the room into a suffocating silence. Upon seeing him, Sandra crawled to his feet, crying, "Honey, you finally came! I know you still care about me... The baby is yours, I swear..."

You're not fit to be a mom! He hung up before I could say anything. I called the repair shop and asked them to pull the dashcam footage from my car. … I arrived at the courthouse first thing the next morning, right on time. Just as I was about to cross the intersection, I ran into Vera. Her eyes immediately went to my belly, and she put on a dramatic expression. "Oh no, you lost the baby? What a shame. Then again, with a mom who can't hold onto a man, that kid never stood a chance. Even if it had been born, it would've just been a fatherless orphan—"

“ Ehmmm I've been wanting to spend a really good time with you for a while now and I haven't been able to say it. I know we are good now and we aren't enemies anymore. So I want to ask if you would love to go on a date with me?” “ A date?” Lena asked. “ Yes, a date. We could just enjoy the evening and you know…” he shrugged. Just a date! Lena Wondered for a while before nodding. “ Alright! When?” “ Tomorrow,” “ Tomorrow? Isn't that too early?” “ No, it's not. Tomorrow by 6pm is fine!” He added. Lena Wondered, shakes her head before nodded, “ Alright!” She accepted.

“I’m fine. I’ve been fine. And I don’t want this. Not now. Maybe not ever.” “I’m sorry,” Meekey said. “For everything.” “You don’t get to be sorry now.” The line went dead. Meekey stood there for a long time, the cold creeping up through the soles of her sneakers, the silence louder than any scream. But she didn’t cry. She couldn’t afford to. Not yet. Drew was still out there. And her daughter— Her daughter was alive. That was enough for tonight. Tomorrow? Tomorrow she’d start making noise.

... I bolted upright in my dorm bed, drenched in sweat. My roommate, Alice Hoyle, hovered over me, her brow furrowed with worry. "Elena, you alright? A nightmare?" I blinked at her familiar freckled face, then scanned the room. It was my college dorm, and I was alive. With doubt in my mind, I grabbed my phone and checked the date. It was 9 a.m., August 13th. On the same day, my dad had orchestrated his "death".

"You're looking at me weird. Do I have something on my face?" I shook my head. My emotions were churning violently, but I forced them to stay in check. The moment she was out of earshot, I pulled a pen out of the bag and wrote something on a piece of paper. … Two hours later, everything I'd written was gone. I tried the other pen, only for it to end up showing the same thing. This wasn't something I had seen coming. I couldn't believe that Zoe had truly given me disappearing ink pens. That could only mean everything my future self said was true.

And whatever happens after that, I'll face it. Because I'm Anastasia Campbell. And tomorrow, everyone will finally know it. My phone buzzes with a text. From Alexander. “Thank you for tonight. Sweet dreams, my love. Tomorrow, we start our future.” I read the message three times before typing back. “Sweet dreams. Tomorrow changes everything.” He responds with a heart emoji, completely oblivious to the double meaning in my words. I set down my phone and close my eyes. Tomorrow. Everything changes tomorrow. And there's no turning back now.

The ER has been short-staffed lately, and you'll cover there for a few days. I looked out the window at the darkening sky and allowed myself a faint smile. "Understood. I'll report tomorrow." After hanging up, I walked to the minibar and poured myself a glass of red wine. Elliot's immune system had already been completely destroyed. At most, he would survive until tonight before going into shock. Jeannie was about to experience the most desperate moment of her life. "Cheers." I raised my wine glass toward my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.