English In Class writings ^_^ 1

Writing with eyes closed:

Gerald, a young giraffe, laid under a tree. He stared at the sky and saw a cloud shaped of a balloon composed of a variety of colors. Blue, red, purple hues stabbed his eyes as he forcefully kept them open until he could barely manage. The light pierced his eyes like a newly sharpened knife through human flesh, over flooding his tolerance for pain until he finally closed them. Though his eyes were closed he could see the colors intertwined in a orderly fashion and swayed to the beat of his heart. His necked rested against the aged old earth and the grass caressed the hairs that were on the back of his neck. He shifted to his side and laid upon the grass not caring of the previous dew drops that were there. Silence was all he heard. Silence was the best noise he had ever heard in a long time. Until a object slammed with a big thump next him. He wasn't startled because he's been in worst situations before. There before his eyes laid an immaculate commercial airplane intact with its wings 140ft stretched in front of him.

I'm looking at the sunset and I just killed someone:

Brushes of red and orange paved the sky and adrenaline filled every inch of my body. Starting with my toes, a cold icy tingling pierced my feet, rising to my stomach, chest, and ending at my face. I could feel the flush of blood covering my face and became numb as if the nerves in my face were nonexistent. No words uttered through my mouth, just the stillness of the earth. Carry, my girlfriend, was all I thought about. Her body lying there motionless, just a minute ago breathed with life. The imprints of my hands were still there, a red outline of my grasp that cuffed the sides of her pale skinned neck. I had released too late, and by the time I had came to my sense she had already expelled her last breath. There I stood, puzzled, my feet on the edge of the chilled cold water. A warm breeze embraced my face and reminded me of Carry, my ex-girlfriend.

Conversation about a bagel...THE BAGEL:

"Robin toasted the bagel" Patrick blurted out.
"No Robin toasted the bagel" corrected Patricia.
"So what if Robin toasted the bagel, its just a bagel." Patrick struck back with a certainty.
"Okay its just a bagel to you, but to me its the most wonderful bagel in the whole world," she struck back in her defense.
"So what's so important about the bagels he makes?"
"Aside from the 2 hours he spends perfecting every single one of them, he adds his own flavor to them, his very own, his saliva"

My name is Rose Alvarez?:

I didn't get my period this month, could it be that the condom broke? Was I not careful enough? Will he stay with me if I'm pregnant? I hope so!!! fucking asshole! Why wouldn't he? Am I not worth it?

Night had fallen and all I could think about was Stewart. A cold chill entered the open window and pricked her almost translucent skin. She recalled what her mom had told her what she went through at the very same age. She was pregnant, alone, and a widow. Rose couldn't contain herself, tears started pouring down her supple face until her eyes were left sap and dry.

I have to come to my senses, I must be strong. Rose picked up the black metallic phone and began to dial the numbers that once brought joy to her heart, now a gut feeling of rejection. "Hello?" a dark weary voice answered. "Hi...Stewart, its me Rose." "Hey babe, what's up?" "Um Stewart there's something I have to tell you." her voiced lingered on the last syllable of the sentence. "Yes, what is it Rose?" he replied expectantly. " I think I'm pregnant, Stewart."