Creative Writing Rough Draft

   There is a hole that I can see into; there's nothing else in this room. I do not know from when I was here, but I am sure that it has not been more than a week because I don't have a memory of drinking a sip of water. I don't want to believe myself, but my mere memory tells me that I fall off from the top, somewhere from the top into this dark room. This room is so dark that I cannot see anything; I am in a dark chamber. However, from time to time, a tiny string-like light comes in from the hole.(me)
   Naturally, I am damn hungry. If there were even smelly rotten cheese or swollen tomato, I would graciously devour them. Unfortunately, there aren't. I hunted trough this overwhelming silence, but the place I am kept is merely big enough for me to lie down and stand up. Except the hole, I cannot feel anything around. Too bad my teeth are not hard enough to bear cement.
   Through this hole, I can only see light and dark. The moments of light are sporadic; when even the light is off, the room is a black hole. (PJW)
   Someone is shouting outside. "I once raised three dogs. One was Yorkshire, one was Shih Tzu..." Jesus, why do I have to care if someone raised a Shih Tzu or not? What is Shih Tzu anyway? Is that a bad word? I peeked outside through the hole that was gaping. Then I saw a pair of eyes which seemed to be full of anger. The owner of the eyes was staring at the blank space with red face, black, pointed tails, yellow beak and white belly. All together, the owner looked like a bird-a very very angry red bird. Maybe her eggs were stolen by greedy pigs.(CSR)
   But then I realized that I was day dreaming again. So I turned my mind back to the word "Shih Tzu". My initial impression fo this word was that of a swear word. A swear word of a very ferocious origin. I wondered who was able to make up this swear word that sounded so bad. It didn't only sound bad, rather, it sounded perverted. So I firmly made up my mind to find the definition of this word and put this as my top priority as I get out of this room, no matter and many years have to pass till I go out. (CNA)
   Then this man out of nowhere appeared in front of me. He spoke in a charismatic manner, his hands and facial expressions growling intense as he reiterated the word "Shih Tzu" over and over again. "Shih Tzu, Shih Tzu, Shih Tzu..." I was annoyed to madness then he disappeared. Then appeared a monk his glasses down on his nose, his mouth agape. I drooled at his appearance. (PSM)
   In a sudden, something hard punched my front head, and I accidentally opened my eyes as big as I could. Again, I shutted down my eyes for a moment which cuold not bare all the light from my surroundings. Then I blinked. I blinked again. I looked around. I was in Mr. Garrioch's classroom. The man shouting Shih Tzu at me was one of my classmates while the monk with his glasses down on his nose was a picture of Gandhi glued on one side of the classroom. (me)