Essay prompts for flowers for algernon

I sit in my chair, sipping my black coffee
An orange and yogurt make my lunch
crunch crunch
I look at my wall, a plain beige for this bachelor
and see my tuxedo crumpled for the weddings i attend, never hosting
the hauntings of ghostlings on this paper i write upon
I scribble, the creative green ink dribbles, it’s dawn
I fiddle with a staple and look to my right
memories of a honeymoon with my ex bride
a picture showing her and a kangaroo named Ron
on my bright computer screen, it glows
unlike the book of memories near, that blows
So I wrap up my thoughts
Forget my own name
And close down my mind for a mental get away

I wrote this, tell me what you think; prompt #4-dancing
You see her tapping her toes, always listening to music. Although she doesn’t like the music, what she doesn’t know yet is it will be stuck in her head for the next year. She’s as graceful as a butterfly yet as strong as a fighter. Many only see a pretty face yet those close enough to the fire know the passion burning deep inside of her.
At home she’s quiet, always in her room yet making loud noises through the floorboards. Her parents know what she’s up to but her little brothers don’t quite understand yet. All they know is that when she goes up there she’s listening to music and soon she will play it for the whole neighborhood to hear. They don’t know that she’s practicing, practicing for the most important day of the year. The one she’s been waiting for since she’s been a little girl. Tapping her toes at the table only stops when her parents beg her to rest. Even in her dreams she on stage, dancing like a swan. Yet deep down she’s scared of the failure that she will feel if this one day goes a bit to south.
Tapping her toes to the beat of her music gives her a bit of pip in her pep when she walks down the halls. No one quite understands the stress she’s going through. Through her smile she’s worries, scared that one misstep might end it all for her. But she won’t let anyone see that she’s nervous. She’s used to getting bruises, she falls on the ground but always gets back up. Because she’s a dancer, the show must go on.

Essay prompts for flowers for algernon

essay prompts for flowers for algernon


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