Writing In Future Tense Novels & Stories

The present was a party. And the future? The future was just arriving, wearing a soft cardigan and bringing more love into a house that was already full of it.

Ace asked sternly. I could feel his concern for me, and I did not miss the future tense of his question. --To be continued…

I come up with a decision. I’ll care about the future when it comes.

It could be his past, the past before him, or one of the possible futures. - I don't understand that. What do you mean by “possible futures”? – Julius asks. - The past, whether distant or closer to the present, is the same thing. It was written, it was lived, and when you see it, that's what happened. The future is not decided and can change simply with a gesture. When we see the future, we don't know if the simple fact that we have seen it will change it. - But Romeo, the first time he looked, spoke to Lysander. Lysander died more than 200 years ago.

Personally, I can’t wait to see what the future brings. The End.

Write back. My hand drifted to my stomach again before I could stop it. If I leave… If I stay… Neither path was clean anymore. I grabbed paper and pen from the desk, my fingers trembling as I forced them to steady. I stared at the blank page for a long time, heart pounding so loudly it felt like it might echo. What do you write when your future just fractured? I began slowly. Kyle, The name looked dangerous on the page. I got your letter. I paused. Swallowed.

I certainly know that there is some sort of conflict looming deep in the shadows but right now, I am just going to live in the moment and forget about anything that is possible of happening in the future. I am going to live in the moment as I already said and let the future decide for itself. After all, this realm is full of surprises and I may end up getting disappointed if I bet so high on the future. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Her eyes are watery like she was crying and she has a little bit of icing on the tip of her nose. “Baby, you and I have no idea how much time we actually have left in this life,” I step forward and take her by the shoulders, “Just like everyone else, we don’t know what is going to happen. The future isn’t set in stone. Everything is going to be fine. Just please, stop freezing people in time because that isn’t going to solve anything, okay?”

He could see tomorrow, or years from now, mixed up in a hazy dream. “Hmmm,” Zaha furrowed his brows again. “Or is it because the vision of the future that I saw was so random and hazy, that the folk tales I wrote turned out to be trash like this?” Maybe a combination of many things. Time and word of mouth obscured the context of the story, The story details were also weird because Zaha wanted to deliver some points to himself in the future. And most importantly, Zaha's writing ability was very mediocre, coupled with the randomness of the future he saw.

"Mommy, I know you're busy, but I'll miss you. Can you come and see me more often in the future?" In the future…