sábado, 24 de marzo de 2007

My Death

Ok, now's the turn of a story I wrote a couple of years ago.


I woke up as the routine told me. I changed my clothes, and went out to the street. I felt that what I was doing was like controlled by someone else. A familiar voice was telling a brief summary of my past life although I could not recognize who he was. Down the street there were many villains and bad people, those ones I didn’t like. I had that feeling of hate towards them, but it was the first time I was seeing that bad guys.
Suddenly one of them turned back to me, and as if somebody was controlling me, I jumped, prepared a good kick and hit him in his head. He started bleeding and stayed in the floor lying there. Another one came, I put my fist up, it moved with strength, and the man fell to the floor. I continued walking and I met with some more of that gang, but only two of them could hit me and left me a little bit powerless than before.
Near the bus stop, a giant beast appeared in my way. I couldn’t avoid it. He stood up in my stomach, and started jumping, it was horrible! But I felt no one wanted me to survive, so I quickly lost all my energy and died. I saw some red letters in front of me that said: Game Over. And I realized what was happening: I was a new videogame, who was being proved by some stupid boys who didn’t know how to defeat the beast.

2 comentarios:

=`.´= dijo...

Hahaha... funny story... I think that everybody dreamed at least once in their lives that they were this sort of video game character or something.
See you!!

Charlie (Prof. Carlos Lizarraga) dijo...

Funny, surprising ending... This has great potential for another short story! I can see a collection of stories in the making!