Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring Novels & Stories

Curious. But tomorrow, they would understand everything. Tomorrow, our worlds would become one. Tomorrow… history would be rewritten.

“Tell me about it.” “Anything else happening tomorrow?”

Over power. Tomorrow, we find out if I was right or wrong. If the man walking into that conference room is capable of being a father. Or if he’s still the same man who walked away. Tomorrow, my children meet their father. Not the idea of him. The real one. Tomorrow, everything changes. There is no version of tomorrow where things stay the same. For better or worse. Ready or not. Here we go.

Finally, I badly want to go home already. Everyone started walking. It’s just me and Yuji who haven’t move an inch yet. He stepped closer, “Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked. Right. There’s a ‘big event’ tomorrow. It didn’t slip my mind despite how hectic things have been for today. “I’m not sure. But one thing’s for sure, I am looking forward to how things would be tomorrow.” I wonder what will happen to us. I wonder what kind of people we’ll be meeting.

as she passed her a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Rosa's father agreed and said that "Obviously me and your mom have no problem with it. Your whole school must be going. You'll get to see amazing stuff and explore a different but neighbouring planet, there is no harm in it". "I'll go to Sophia house tomorrow after school. She will need my help packing. Also Curiosity won't be allowed in the trip. We are supposed to get experience without our drone friends traditionally." said Rosa dramatically emphasizing on the word traditionally making air quotes.

Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive.

“We’ve still got tomorrow.” For the first time in a long time, tomorrow felt less like something waiting for me and more like something I couldn’t wait to meet. It felt like a promise.

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.

I don’t look at the unread text still sitting in our thread. I just whisper to the dark, “Please let tomorrow make sense.”

“I’m not that same old Vincent you knew.” And somewhere behind us Something watched. And tomorrow? Tomorrow would not be quiet.