Winning Must Be The Ultimate Goal, Nobody Remembers the Losers

They were wrong. Living by Republican ideals, I outlasted them. I ran those socialists off their "benefit everyone gardens" and took the food myself. Exposure, starvation, disease, they deserved no protection from any of it. I put a stop to their Democratic cooperation and defeated them. I won, I'm the last person on Earth...

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55 Flash Fiction - Bubbly

Blowing bubbles, chasing and popping them, the small child had fun with his only toy. Happy but poor, he would rise to become a powerful peacemaker, never realizing that the air he stirred would ultimately stir the seed of the storm that would strike a tree with lightning.
The tree that would cause his death.

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55 Flash Fiction - Shady Beauty

Summer 1948 - the thunder rolled, the wind blew, and lightning destroyed the majestic shade tree. One limb fell and struck the sapling, introducing a stress raiser, to be exacerbated and healed repeatedly in the next few years. Several decades resulted in a beautiful shade tree under which many powerful men would seek the cool shade.

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55 Flash Fiction - Consequences

First sounding like a door needing oil, the tree crashed down. Men in black suits scrambled to avoid death, then panicked. Their charge and one of their own did not fare so well. Underneath, a crimson puddle seeped out. The peace treaty would not be signed, the war would not be avoided. The skies wept.

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Sanity Among Chaos

Unable to escape the mob, huddled and frightened, they heard a shout.
"STOP IT!."
"Can't you see these are humans, too? Does your prejudice blind you to the fact that they are God's children, too? That they are capable of good works, and love?"
(Murmurs.)
"Does your prejudice make you murderers, incapable of either?"

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55 Flash Fiction - Danger

Repelling down a free-fall without walls, she fed the line out with the expertise of practice and her pure instinct.
Straight down, without the benefit of a spotter.
She finally reached the bottom, feet planted on solid ground. She began to walk away.
WHACK!
"Did you see that? That was a black-widow spider!"

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A Misunderstanding #2

He escaped and boarded the ship for home, escaping the murderous mob. He wanted better for everyone. Chased out, back south, treated as less than human. Millenia ago his family had roots here, moved south a couple of centuries ago, chased out by the invaders. It was pure irony that they called him an alien.

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A Misunderstanding

A single gentle touch, made with the most sensitive of her tactile limbs, caused a quick but agonizing death. The angry mob pursued the alien back to the ship.
Years after the incident, the last thing the aliens ever said was translated: "Please don't kill her, she's only a child. We didn't know."

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Sadly

A missed future, an unfortunate present.
We have wars, major economic recessions, ancient earthly worries, no HAL (Heuristic ALgorythm) 9000 or any other personable artificial intelligences, no missions past other planets or their moons, no mysterious perfectly proportioned multidimensional intelligence measuring black monoliths.

Arthur C. Clarke, genius, science fiction writer, in 2010, you were wrong.

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55 Flash Fiction - Simultaneous Mutterings

"A mother has a heightened extra sensory perception, from having to read her progeny's needs, at least that is the theory, from those who believe in ESP," he said somewhat defensively.

"I know what brought that thought up and you are wrong, I just say 'Jinx' faster than you can... I still get a Coke."

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #30

"I would want others to prosper, having all they need to lead happy productive lives," stated Sal. "I would want to be the best person I could be, and if I were human, I would be sorry for my follies."

Distracted, Tim didn't catch everything said - "I missed that last part."

"I'm sorry."

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #29

Tim: "It's intriguing that authors can create entire histories in their fiction."

Sal: "There are many worlds with life on them, many more that no longer have life on them."

"What are you telling me?"

"That with the infinite number of worlds, fictions written, may not be fictions, but instead may be pasts nearly forgotten."

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #28

"Why do your people seem to hate one another?" asked Sal.

"From what I can tell, they have mistaken ideas about what others think or believe," replied Tim.

"But aren't they for the most part monotheistic?" Sal inquired.

"Yes, for the most part modern societies are."

"Your largest religions originated from the same family."

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55 Flash Fiction - She Doesn't Know

She's taken more than any man could ever take. Her heart is so pure, so loving, and she sometimes feels like a bother.

I reassure that she is what she so obviously is, in long conversations, their tangents and returns. She seems to need those.

She doesn't know it is I, who am dependent.

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Wrapping Up

When all the souls had made their choices of how their lives were to be, The Big One said to his assistant, "If we ever do another creation, remind me to let the souls know what it is they are choosing."

"I'll write it down, so its not forgotten," replied Satan, crossing his fingers.

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Now who noticed that "replied" is a superset of "lied?"

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Preparations

The Big One asked, "This one, or that one?"

The Little one indicated the one on the right.

Again, "This one, or that one?"

The left choice was indicated this time.

Over and over, choices were given and made.

Happiness over wealth, good over evil, beauty over plain, wisdom over ignorance...

Thus, God was pleased.

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #27

Tim: "OK, I've been looking at it wrong. All things considered, I guess it could be worse."

Sal: "Its not that you've looked at anything wrong, just that your eyes have become accustomed to brightness. Now that things aren't as bright, you need to give your eyes a chance to open again."

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #26

Tim: "Its bright out there, sunshine, reflections from the water, the sand, light refracting from the sky. Yet you're displaying a darkness that seems to emanate from you like light shines from a candle, casting a shadow around, against, above, and below everything in sight."

Sal: "Even sunspots appear dark against the sun's surface."

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Blessings and Thankfulness

There are blessings we overlook almost everyday, family and friends. Those who help us, and those who actually care.
Those who change us for the better without ever raising their voices, with just their demeanor, attitudes and kindness. Those who do not bully, but show us in their own way.
Thank God for these blessings.

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Its a 55, but not fiction, rather a Thanksgiving, so I'll post it on a Thursday like Thanksgiving holiday.

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55 Flash Fiction - Tim & Sal #25

"150 days in office and Obama is already faced with partisan politics, as the right-wing always does. People's lives are at stake, and these heartless jerks block all attempts to help!"

"Any group producing mouthpieces like this Limbaugh and Coulter without argument, can't truly be concerned for what is important to the people's lives, Tim."

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