Writer’s Prompt: A Future He Never Asked to See

Writing Prompt

Neil Bonner woke with a weight in his head, the kind that made thoughts feel bruised. He sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on knees, palms pressed into his temples, searching for the missing pieces of the night before. Thursday. Pizza. Two beers. Laughter. Home by eleven. The same harmless ritual he’d followed for years.

Nothing unusual. Except this feeling.

He moved through the morning on autopilot—toothbrush, razor, shower—each action precise and empty. Coffee hissed into the pot. Toast popped. He sat at the kitchen table, staring at nothing, when it happened.

The day unfolded in front of him.

Not imagined. Not dreamed.

It played like a video—clear, merciless. A coworker returning from lunch. A bag set down. A pause too long. Then chaos. Soundless, but unmistakable. Neil gasped, knocking his mug over as the vision vanished.

“Get it together,” he muttered.

Then it replayed.

Same details. Same ending.

This wasn’t anxiety. This wasn’t imagination. It felt delivered—like a message sent without instructions. Neil understood one thing with terrifying clarity: this was going to happen, and somehow, impossibly, he had been shown in advance.

But who was he?

An accountant. Invisible. Unremarkable. If he warned anyone, they’d laugh—or worse, call HR, or a doctor, or the police. He pictured the looks: concern hardening into suspicion. The label snapping into place.

Unstable.

The clock on the microwave blinked 7:12.

Time was moving. The future was closing in.

Neil stood, heart pounding, knowing that doing nothing meant accepting what he’d seen—but acting meant risking everything he was.

And somewhere between fear and responsibility, he had to decide which reality he could live with.

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Writer’s Question

If you knew a terrible future event was coming—but no one would believe you—what would your character risk to stop it?