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Thursday, January 23, 2014

Today's #flashfiction #LifeOfASelfishProphet

“Make love, not war.”
Genghis Khan* #quote


Yesterday I had a bit of difficulty writing a story because of medication side effects and some seizures so I had to rest. But I got a flash fiction for ya now!

Life Of A Selfish Prophet

        The Great Bob could see the future very well. His father found out about his powers when he was young and soon illegal sport betting became something quite profitable. And other forms of gambling with more or less legal validity. The horse races for example. Mother didn't object when it made life so much easier. Changing things bet on. Nobody caught onto his powers. They were simply called the luckiest people alive. They started small and built up a fortune leading into stocks and ending with a few lotteries.
       Because of this Bob's morals decayed. He was born in the 1960's and lost much empathy for others as he talent being used for cheating was reinforced. His parents taught him over and over it's okay to cheat, that only himself and his parents mattered. That's the way they made sure he never talked. After all if he used his powers to help others they would be discovered.
       When his parents died of illness he knew that many things were inevitable. He found himself to be all that's left. At twenty he was taught to only care of family. So without his parents he now lived in loneliness.
     He sat in his mansion, obtained from all the betting wealth, looking at window to the world. He saw a sunny sky falling on a world that he never warned of the pain. Now it's twenty fourteen and his parents raised him to never tell the world about the economic collapses, the natural disasters, or anything else. A bit of warning could help them be averted. Evacuations could have been done. People could have behaved differently to change the outcome. Being born in 1980 the man had visions of wars to come and their causes. He saw the terrorists attack before anyone else. But he didn't care. As that's what he was taught.
       Today he held a vision of a natural disaster. He didn't plan on telling anyone because he didn't care for anyone else. He mostly entertained himself fine foods or whatever fanciness crossed his mind. But before a fancy thing could cross his mind his chest began to feel a sharp pain.
       He began to think what it could be, for a few seconds he tried to dismiss it as something simple and innocent. Soreness or something. But he realized he was having a heart attack. A bad one. He started rushing through his mansion.
       When looking through the window he stood on the fifth floor. The phone was on the first. He didn't bother carrying around a cellphone. No friends or family to call. And if only he had them. If he lived a life where someone would have been there by his side. He didn't make it far. Third floor he collapsed.
       “Why didn't I see this coming, why didn't I see this coming?” He wondered why whatever force of the other side didn't grant him a vision of his death. The last vision of the Great Prophet Bob was of an alternate him. He lived in a much more humble home. He had the heart attack there too. But a wife helped him get to the hospital, friends supported him. Children gave him hugs and get well soon cards in crayons. But this him only curled up and died.

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