Please critique as necessary. I'm new to this so any help will be greatly appreciated. They're pretty long so I know one thing I may want to do is to shorten them and there some technical wording I may want to remove too...

Story 1:
There was this one evening I had been hanging out with my girlfriend at the time. I had just gotten off work and we were lying on the couch watching a movie before she had to go to work. I worked mornings managing a coffee shop and she worked nights dancing. Yea she was an exotic dancer, don’t hate. One of my good friends and roommate is the manager of the club and he introduced us. She had to start getting ready for work so I decided to take a little nap. Next thing I know I’m waking up to screaming outside. I look at the clock and it’s only like 7 in the evening so I lay back down thinking it’s just some kids playing around. Then I hear it again and I’m like “WTF mate (said in best Aussie accent).” So I say to my ex, “I’m going to check this out” and I get up and get dressed… it’s like January so it’s pretty cold outside. So I’ve got this big flashlight, ya know like the one’s cops carry, only it’s bigger. It’s a light and a weapon haha. So I’m all ready and head out the door. I look back at my girl and say, “Lock the door behind me.” So I go out and round the corner, weapon-light in hand, and see this girl huddled under the neighbors stoop… I lived in a townhouse btw… shivering and crying. So I ask her if she heard the screaming and she says it was her. That someone robbed her and tried to rape her. So at this point I’m pretty stunned and infuriated. The feeling is like, “How could this happen literally in my own back yard?” I tell her I’m going to go look around back and to stay right there, stupid I know right. So I go with my weapon-light in hand and check out the bushes and stuff. I didn’t find anything so I went back to the girl and told her I was going to wait with her until the cops got there; the neighbor had already called them. I was like 15 feet away, I didn’t want to get too close to her knowing what she just went through. The cops gave me a little verbal commendation saying that most people wouldn’t have left their home, much less try to go after the guy or even wait with the girl until they got there. I told them, “Where I come from, we look out for strangers like we do the people closest to us.” My girl didn’t act too happy; in fact she was pretty angry for a few minutes. But she did reward me before heading off to work for the night.

Story 2:

Another night I was just chillin’ with my ex and one of my roommates came downstairs all exacerbated and what not. So I ask the guy what’s up and he says that his GF/ex/whatever was unresponsive. So I ask him if he called an ambulance and he says he hasn’t, that he’s going to take her to the hospital. It really wasn’t but 3-4 miles from the house so it would probably take longer for the ambulance to get there. Anyway, so he says he needs my help getting her down the stairs (it was a three story townhouse and they were on the top level) so he can get her in the car. This guy was a little guy. Like 5’5” and 130lbs at most. His girl, who wasn’t a big girl by any means, was taller by about 2” and probably outweighed him by 10lbs. Kind of funny really, but anyway… so I’ve got the chicks legs and he’s got her by the shoulders and we’re getting nowhere fast. So finally I just tell the guy to go get the car ready and I’ll be down in a minute. So I throw this chick over my shoulder like a fireman and get her downstairs to the car. Turns out the reason she had been out of it was she had overdosed and was trying to kill herself and she had to have her stomach pumped. She spent a couple of days in the hospital. I didn’t ask for anything in return, but she did thank me by taking me out to a nice Five Guys dinner one night haha. Sounds like a fair trade, right? An $8 meal for saving her life haha!

Story 3:

I was out riding my motorcycle one day. It was a beautiful day in early spring. I had this nice, long ride planned that would have taken all day. I had spent the day before planning the route right down to where I would stop for gas and lunch and what not. So I get all geared up, ya know helmet, gloves, boots, armored jacket, and get the bike warmed up. Stop at the gas station to top off and hit the road. I’m going along at a pretty nice clip, getting warmed up for the difficult sections that were ahead. So I enter this turn and I do it just like I was instructed to do. Slow in, fast out. I hit the apex, or center, of the curve and start to accelerate out. Only this curve wasn’t done. It got sharper on exit. Called a decreasing radius curve. So anyway I’ve got the bike leaned over almost as far as it can go… if I had knee pucks I would have been dragging a knee, but I don’t so I was just dragging a peg haha. And all of a sudden the bike slides out from under me and I hit the pavement. Luckily I wasn’t going that fast, only about 30-35mph when I hit. I cracked a couple of ribs and broke my ankle. Come to find out, the locals call that turn “Motorcycle Curve.” Apparently it gets a lot of action from bikers… I didn’t feel like such a dunce after finding that out haha. But something kind of funny on the ride back down the mountain… I was chatting with the EMT’s and saying something about how slow they were going lol, the driver responded saying how he could go faster and I said go for it. So the trip down the mountain in the ambulance was almost as fun as the trip up was except being strapped to a gurney lol. It was an odd feeling however, lying there in pain wishing I was out riding. You’d think that immediately after an accident I would have been a little scared, but no. I was critiquing my line and how I could have avoided being in that ambulance in the first place.

Thanks for reading.