[ WP ] You discover a talent for writing wildly successful choose your own adventure stories , but in the waning years of your career you realize they were all coming true ... .

John had never really enjoyed buses, too smelly cramped and full of people jostling and pushing; he preferred to walk wherever he could and today was no exception. He was still fit and healthy and at 67 he'd earned financial stability with his choose your own adventure books and a small degree of notoriety as well. 
 
 His publishers, a small but profitable company, who mainly published speciality Science Fiction and Fantasy titles, were based in a small office in Kensington and this gave him the opportunity to walk back through Hyde Park to his small flat in Soho. 
 
 Hyde Park, he happily mused, was perhaps the most beautiful of all the man made parks in the world and today it was on particularly fine form with sunlight dappling through the still bare branches. John had often enjoyed walks here with friends and family and on this fine day had nothing more on his mind than an idle wondering about what he should have for lunch. 
 
 The man who walked towards him was wearing a thick and heavy coat but John ignored him until the man suddenly pulled a knife from his pocket and grabbed for John's throat. Panicking Will pushed back and the man stumbled back a pace then lunged forward and the knife sunk into John's chest. 
 
 John looked down in horror as he sank to his knees and the world faded to.... 
 
 Suddenly the man lunged for John's throat and John, initially panicking, saw the knife and held his hands up. `` Please, do n't hurt me.'' 
 
 The man held his coat at the neck tightly and leered at him. `` Give me your wallet old man.'' John slowly reached into his pocket and took out his wallet and handed it over. The man stuffed it into his own coat and looked John over. `` Now your watch!'' 
 
 John hesitated, this watch had been his fathers and was engraved to him. `` Please, my watch is important to me, there's money in the wallet ca n't you just...'' The man lunged forward with the knife and slashed John's throat. The blood spurted up and John collapsed to the floor. 
 
 John felt the man tugging the watch off as the world faded to... 
 
 `` Now your watch!'' Snapped the man. John, hesitantly as the watch meant a lot to him, slowly eased it off. His life was worth more. 
 
 The man looked at it, pleased and then snapped back to John. `` You'd better not report this!'' 
 
 `` I'll just let it go.'' Promised John. 
 
 The man took several steps and then stopped. `` Turn around. NOW!'' John did as the man asked and behind him heard the heavy breathing of the man. He was obviously on some sort of drugs or was just insane. 
 
 Suddenly John felt a huge blow as the man crashed something into the base of his skull, he slumped to the ground and saw the man holding a rock. `` Oh shit, I hit him too hard!'' he whimpered. The man ran away, leaving John. 
 
 John's head was agony as he lay and slowly the world faded to... 
 
 John had never enjoyed buses, too smelly cramped and full of people jostling and pushing; he preferred to walk wherever he could, but today, for some reason, he decided to make an exception to the rule. 
 
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 Hey /u/Pugnacious_Spork, that's pretty random to find myself mentioned! 
 
 I clicked on the prompt as I had an idea and saw what you'd put! V cool and thank you for the shout out to my sub! Did n't quite follow the prompt, my idea took me off somewhere else, hope you do n't mind!
