I picked the second prompt from page 102

Her words leave me speechless. I’ve always been told to keep my mouth shut if I don’t have anything nice to say.

Looking into his eyes is like gazing up at the night sky. His thoughts, like the stars, are few and far between.

I could read her look a book. Her book was written in German. I don’t speak German.

His voice floated through the air like a clarinet. Whoever was playing really needed some clarinet lessons.