Way To The Future Novels & Stories

"But who sent it? Lyra is gone. The Editor is in the mail. The Owner is a puddle of ink." "The Future doesn't have a sender," Cian said, his voice unusually grave. He stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with that gold-ink light. "The Future is just a place where everything we haven't done yet happens." Mina reached out. Before I could stop her, she flicked the brass latch.

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

Before the handsome boy took a step to stop this nonsense, Alexis had already kicked the muscular boy in his baby production machine. Wasn’t he proud of because of this? She would break this so that he could not even think about seeing girls with his lusty eyes again. The muscular boy curved down in pain. He tightly held his important part and cried in pain. “Humph! Aren’t you so proud of this thing? Now you don’t even have that, so pitiful. How can your future generation come to this world now? I feel very sorry for your future children who are stuck in your pant.” Alexis said as she was feeling really bad for his future generation.

And there was only one way to find the answers. She gave him a tissue with a phone number scribbled on it. "I will look forward to your decision, Mr.Kingston.

“Let’s keep it that way.” The past needed to stay buried. The future? Well, it looked a lot like a teal green sports car.

Can’t you see? She didn’t finish her thought, but instead, turned and made her way to the house behind her. Her movements were of a defeated woman. There are different ways to lose everything. Our great-grandparents feared typhoid or diphtheria, to which they would surrender all their children, all their little chickens. Now we surrender all that is good in our lives to an addiction. And I, Millie Backhouse, the precocious brat, with all the clever answers, am absolutely useless.

There were a lot of beastmen crying behind me, saying things like, "Killing them is easy, but what are we to do now that the Sacred Heart is gone?" "I don't know either! My three children are only turning of age next year, and they haven't managed to cultivate in the Secret Realm at all! Don't tell me that I have to watch them all regress back into ordinary beasts with my own eyes!" "What are we going to do now? None of us beastmen can cultivate anymore!"

Oswic Osbald and the two scientists whom Eallric couldn't see because they had their back to him, in it. He wanted to leave the classy Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute with all its new, shiny equipments and head over to the Police Department at Mariners Spur to study the document in his hands - Artin and Oswic had their own copies with them, too, but he was awestruck, in a trance - hypnotic, and couldn't take his eyes off the black, muddy, slime - which was the portal to the other universe; the devil's abode, that danced around a particular spot. “Behold! The future is now upon us!” One of the scientists announced, clapped his hands loudly, and turned back before a look of surprise cam

Hazel's POV People keep saying that in order to move on, you need to let go. But the thing is, it's not that easy. It never was, and never will. All it took was just one mess. One fucking mess, to change people completely... How I wish to turn back time. I really do. "Hazel..." Aunt Mary's voice brings me back to reality. "Are you sure about this?" "Aunt Mary, we've already talked about this..." I sigh, as I watch her trying to focus on the road.

She felt stupid for saying such nonsense. "You don't believe it, do you? I don't believe it either," she said with a wry smile. But then, she was surprised by the sudden answer that Anwen gave. "I do believe it." "Huh?" Odette's mouth opened slightly. "You... believe it?" "Um." Anwen nodded. "Miss Ody, if you want to return to the future, there are two ways to do it." Anwen's response was beyond Odette's expectation.