Adam and the Apple

Soft green grass caressed his naked feet as he slowly strolled through the garden Eden. He reached out and picked an apple that was growing  on a tree nearby. The youth wasn't hungry but enjoyed the sensation of the fruit's round smooth surface in his palm. The intense red of it's skin reflected in his blue eyes. He pushed his thumb into its surface and pierced the apple, pressing onwards until the white flesh oozed out. Clear juice started trickling down his hand. The apple was bleeding.

Mountain shaped

God caressed the outline of the mountain chain with his right hand. He liked the rough feeling of jagged stone and dry bushes on his palm. Out of the corner of his eye he could see one of the monkey creatures he had planted on earth ages ago start climbing a mountain.
It didn't really make sense for monkeys to climb mountains but this particular breed rarely did make sense. God pulled back his hand and watched the monkey which had wrapped itself in colourful second skin work itself up the hill. He wondered if the monkey was embarassed because it had lost nearly all of its hair. The sheep which were loitering near the top of the hill also started watching the monkeys with slight amusement.
Once the monkeys reached the top they stopped and looked down at where they started their journey. Then they started walking back towards where they started.
Dumb creatures, God thought.

2:22

She opened her eyes slowly for the light of the day was blinding her. Her long black eyelashes fluttered like a kingfisher's wings for a moment. As if overcome by an explosion of confidence she ripped her eyes wide open. Of such power was her gaze that the world did not define her, but she defined the world.
Every leaf of every tree gained a unique set of veins and thickness, every stone its own weight and texture. The rivers started flowing in patterns, the winds influenced each other according to intricate laws of logic. Every molecule, atom and quartz connected, cooperated, interplayed, joined and merged, created networks and relationships with each other.
Reality started moving according to a wonderfully scripted choreography, a symphony of all things intermingling.
Then her gaze fell upon him and with it reality was ripped in two - incomprehensible and confusing.