Prose Challenge of the Week #17: You are a superhero. Write a piece about your powers and how you’ve abused them. 50 words minimum, 250 words maximum. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

A Perfect Future

I had only the best of intentions. When I realized my visions were revealing the future, I vowed to use the power for good, and I did, in a superficial sense. I'd see the impending test and give my friends suggestions of what to study. I warned them about police officers who would have caught them speeding. I always had a hunch of what would be a good or bad idea. In time, I started noticing that other people were acting differently towards me. Those I helped would look to me for advice any time they had to make a choice, accepting my counsel unquestioningly, and as their endeavors succeeded, they leaned on me more and more. With horror, I acknowledged the truth: I had taken away my friends' power, or at least their will, to make choices and learn from the consequences. And as I dug deeper into the future than ever before, I saw the devastation that would result from that loss: the people I love, mindless slaves of the fear to make a mistake, unable to make a choice without knowing that the results will be favorable. I swore that day to never use the power again, for evil or for supposed good, and I have been haunted ever since by the visions of disasters that I refuse to prevent. A perfect future doesn't exist, and who am I to try to force others into one? What's more destructive, a tragedy or the fear of it?