The Future Book Novels & Stories

“Yes. This looks a lot like the future.” “The future?” “Yes. Where I'm from. I'm from the future, and I miss it so much. Iphones, cameras, sweet junkies, beautiful buildings, flashy clothes, movies, popcorn!... There are just so many things I miss from the future. Who knows? Luna is probably enjoying the future, and experimenting with the different technology we have there.” “I don't understand.”

The future was long, but this time, I was going to tread it more slowly and more carefully. (The End)

The future— once again— was changing.

But instead, he said, "Just burn it. What's the big deal? Frank can reapply again next year. I don't want my sweetheart to be upset. "We hardly ever all get together like this, and Shannon's having a good time now. What's wrong with burning one admission letter?"

We are out on a team-building trip today. "Team-building?" "Basically, we came out to have some fun." Future Veronica did not reply right away. After a moment, she asked, "Is it March 20, 2025, on your side right now?" When I saw her message, I immediately switched screens and checked the date on my phone. It was indeed March 20, 2025. "Yes, that is the date," I replied. Right after I sent that, future Veronica continued, "Is the weather good today?"

"Where we stay together. Where I never choose the Absolute. Show me how." "Are you certain?" The Chronicler looks at me. "Seeing your future changes it. Knowing your path makes it harder to walk. Some ignorance is bliss." "I don't want bliss." I reach for the book. "I want certainty. I want hope. I want a way." The Chronicler hands me the book. "Then read. And learn. And choose wisely." I open it. See my future. Our future. Written in words that burn and glow and transform. And what I read destroys me.

⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued. ⸻ Nyra standing alone beside the ocean. 🌊 ⸻ Holding a silver book. 📖 ⸻ Inside the book… She saw the future. ⸻ Not one future. ⸻ Every future. ⸻ Millions. ⸻ Billions. ⸻ Trillions. ⸻ And every single one ended the same way. ⸻ Reality died. 💀 ⸻ The dream ended. ⸻ Everything vanished.

"She loved chaos." "Same thing." --- The fifth book was published in the fall. The Shape of a Future, it was called. A meditation on building a life when the foundations have been laid by others. On finding your own voice in the chorus of ghosts. The reviews were quiet — not loud, but thoughtful. People recognized the honesty, the vulnerability, the refusal to pretend that the past was simple. This is not a sequel, one critic wrote. It's a prayer. For the ones who came before and the ones who will come after.

I continued to talk while he already stood up and was dragging me to the door. “I just heard too many soon’s and that’s all I could get into my head.” He said and I laughed letting him to drag me. How everything turned out? This is nothing but unexpected from my future those few months back, but the expected would have hurt or many not. What if I actually was just a PA and he tried to seduce me? I would have slapped him for sure. Maybe unexpected is really a good thing for it to happen.

“Bring it here,” said Adrian. “Yes, sir,” Martin answered and procured the book. Adrian placed it on the table, beckoned, and said, “Take a look, everyone. We shall discuss strategy after everyone is done reading.” The battle warriors stood around the book and read it in silence while Adrian continued to eat. About fifteen minutes later, Lucas put down the book and said, “We’re done, sir.” Adrian asked, “Any opinion?” Lucas inhaled a deep breath. “My only opinion is that the book is amazing. How can someone in the past possibly know the future like the back of their hand? In fact, this person knew about us as well.”