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.