Way To The Future Novels & Stories

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

continue. "...when you needed me the most. Sadly, all your life. But we can't go back in time. The past is in our heads and the future in our hands, let me help you with the future" "Let me guess, the future is Anita" "You can say that, but you know what they say. Marry a girl that loves you not the one you love"

"What it means to have one. After centuries of knowing exactly what each day would bring, I am—disoriented. The future is not a path. It is an ocean. I do not know how to navigate." Clara took her hand. "No one knows how to navigate. That's the point. The future is not a map. It is a horizon. You walk toward it, and as you walk, new ground appears beneath your feet." Morwen was quiet for a moment. Then: "You are very wise for someone who was a background character." Clara laughed—the real laugh, the one Morwen had first heard in the east courtyard, months ago. "I have had good teachers."

The next generation already sees one community instead of two. I stared at the photograph, then I looked toward the house where Aurelia still slept. For years, people fought to build a better future, and now that future had begun arriving, not through power, not through control, not through force but through connection, through trust, through choice, and for the first time, when I thought about what came next, I did not feel fear. I felt possibility because the future waiting for Aurelia was not a path already chosen; it was an open road, and nobody intended to decide where it would lead.

I looked down at the crystal in my hand, still pulsing green, and saw the future. "My lord," I said. "There is a way after all." ***

Everyone looked at Hope. She stepped forward. “What do I have to do?” Her daughter shook her head. “You have to make one final choice.” Hope stared at her. “What choice?” The woman looked at Elias. “Whether the future should exist.” Hope immediately shook her head. “Of course it should.” “No.” Her daughter looked at her sadly. “That’s not what I mean.” She pointed toward the Gate. “The future behind that door contains every possible future.” Hope’s eyes widened. “Every one?” “Yes.”

It turned out that when Mom was asking him for some thugs, she'd told him she found a solution to get the money back. Curious, Mr. Jarrell asked, "What kind of solution is that? Is it something shady?" Mom broke into a smile. "Not shady at all! It's money from the government. It doesn't get more legit than that!" She then confidently explained her plan. First, she'd bring some thugs over to Aunt Tiffany's house and beat us until we gave in. Then, she'd threaten us. Finally, she'd abduct us to the Department of Education and force us to sign the contract.

The drive from Auralink to the Tremont residence was a blur of static and half-formed thoughts. Dreston barely remembered getting into the car, and the familiar streets passing by were nothing more than a smear of light and shadow. His hands were braced firmly against his thighs, his jaw set so tight it ached as he replayed a single, impossible list in his mind: forty-five percent of the shares, Tina’s parents, and the foundation of Auralink itself.

"What do we do now? If the Manifest is gone... how do we know what’s coming?" ​I looked at the shards of the First Draft, then at the living, breathing city of New York vibrating through the comms on my wrist. ​"Rule 31," I said. ​"What's the rule, Aara?" Thomas asked from the Scriptorium, his voice clear and bright. ​"The future isn't printed. It’s improvised."

he said to VC and they both laughed. “VC do you believe someone can be blessed with the power to foresee the future or do you believe there is a way someone could find a path to the future?” Ara asked VC who looked at him curiously like he was insane. The look on Ara’s face told VC the question was of importance to his crony. “Ara some people believe in fortune tellers and science fiction movies that can’t just stop feeding us bullshits about futuristic possibilities and time travel,” VC said with a smile taking a bite from his burger before he continued: “Hope last night you didn’t stay up late watching that movie ‘Back to the Future’?” Smiling Ara nudged his friend with his leg before chuc