I posted this at the Ink Well Community as a short story however it has been deemed offensive and derogatory. Well I like my story I think it has a dark humor towards it so I will just publish it here because I can LOL.
As I revved the engine of my motorbike, I knew I was in trouble. The jungle was dense and dark, and the trees towered high above me, blocking out the sun. I had been riding for hours, trying to escape the small, ferocious midgets who were hunting me down. I could hear their screams and their tiny feet pounding on the ground behind me, and I knew that they were getting closer.
I had been warned about these midgets before I entered the jungle. The locals had told me stories of their vicious attacks, and how they would often capture unsuspecting travelers and take them back to their hidden lair. I had laughed it off at the time, thinking it was just a myth, but now I knew better.
I kicked the bike into high gear and swerved around a fallen tree, narrowly avoiding a cluster of vines. The midgets were still hot on my trail, their little legs working furiously to keep up with me. I could hear them chattering to each other in their strange language, and I knew that they were getting closer by the second.
I raced through a shallow stream, feeling the water splash up against my legs. The bike skidded slightly on the wet rocks, but I managed to regain control and speed away. I could see a clearing up ahead, and I knew that I had to make it there if I wanted to have any chance of survival.
As I burst through the trees into the clearing, I could see that it was surrounded by a high, spiked fence. It was obviously a trap, but it was my only hope. I gunned the bike and headed straight for the fence, praying that I would make it over in time.
The midgets were almost upon me, their faces twisted in rage and their weapons held high. I could see their sharp little teeth glinting in the sunlight, and I knew that they would show no mercy.
With a roar of the engine, I hit the fence at full speed. The bike launched into the air, soaring over the spikes and into the safety of the clearing. I landed in a shower of dirt and grass, but I was alive.
I quickly jumped off the bike and scanned the clearing for any sign of danger. But there was nothing there, just a small cabin and a few scattered tools. It was eerily quiet, and I wondered if the midgets had given up on their pursuit.
But I was wrong.
Suddenly, they burst into the clearing from all sides, their tiny bodies darting between the trees like angry hornets. They surrounded me, their weapons poised to strike. I knew that I was outnumbered and outmatched, but I refused to go down without a fight.
I drew my own weapon, a small knife that I had hidden in my boot, and prepared to defend myself. The midgets circled closer, their eyes glittering with malice. I could see the hatred in their faces, and I knew that they would stop at nothing to capture me.
But I was not going to be their prisoner.
I lunged forward, slashing at the first midget that came within reach. The tiny creature dodged and weaved, but I managed to land a glancing blow on its arm. It screeched in fury and attacked me again, but I was ready for it this time. I dodged its attack and plunged my knife into its chest.
The other midgets hesitated for a moment, shocked at the sight of one of their own falling to the ground. But then they swarmed forward, their weapons flashing towards me as the light of the day fades into black...