Weird

I was writing. I was very good at it. The story had started. I was in the forest, this story had too many ideas, far too many and then all I know was I was in the forest. It was like there were two of me. One writing, one alive in the story. The writer had told me, "go to the tree that has THIS WAY on it". There it is, plain as day. I went to the tree, then the writer said " build a motor bike." I didn’t have any idea how to make a motor bike but before I knew it I was moving as fast as lightning, gathering things I needed for a motor bike. Then like I had been programmed to make motor bikes I had a motor bike in front of me. Then the writer said "get on the motor bike and drive it straight for about a kilometre then you will meet a man. He will kill you and if you don’t go to the man and go another direction an army of ants will eat you. So what will it be Alex." It was like his eyes were burning though me.
"This is what it will be." I jumped onto the motor bike and drove off to the man that was going to kill me. There the man was. I needed to be really fast and run him over. I flicked the motor bike into 5th gear. Then I headed right at him. He had no time to move. I ran right over the top of him. I turned the motor bike around but the man was still standing up. This guy was tough. He pulled out a gun. I ran over him again. The gun fell out of his hand. I hopped off the motor bike and grabbed the gun .It was a machine gun I aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger, " tat tat tat tat tat tat!" The man didn’t budge. There were holes though his head. Finally I realised that this was no man. He was a machine. He started to walk up to me in his robotic way. I pulled the trigger again "tat tat tat bang tat clang tat ping tat tat." By now his whole head was gone. He was walking around in circle because he couldn’t see. Then all of a sudden I was writing again but this time I wrote
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