****This is my English paper that we were asked to write about a character, that you make up, in a scene of action…well, here is mine:
Floyd in his scene of action
Floyd bent over and picked up the crumpled piece of paper on the floor. He tossed it in his rather full trash can and went back to his dusty workbench. He scratched his bald head and sighed. He took off his rugged glasses and cleaned them carefully with his old, dingy shirt.
There he sat for many hours. Many times he crumpled up his work and tossed it over his shoulder. His mind was racing for ideas. . . . . anything would be sufficient. But nothing seemed to be coming to mind that would work. He looked at the old clock on the mantel. His heart beat became quicker. . . . . he was running out of time. Beads of sweat began to pour down his face. There is no way I can finish this in time if I have not even started, he thought, maybe my mind can’t work without a decent meal . . . . . .but I will have plenty of time for that later, now I have to work. He got up and walked over to his stove and began boiling water for some coffee. He glanced again over at the clock becoming more nervous as time was passing on. He looked around the room for any sort of object that might serve as some sort of inspiration . . . . . . anything!
He sat down at his workbench again, hoping something new would happen this time. He furiously put the pen in his hand and forced it to begin writing. He wrote for several moments and picked up the paper with scrawled, messy writing and read it.
When he finished he crumpled it up and began scratching his head again and biting the tip of his pen. He reached for his pipe, the only thing that mattered to him now . . . . . . for within the next thirty minutes he was a ruined man anyway.
There was a knock on the door. The wreck of a man got up slowly and tearfully to open the door. Praying for understanding that would not come.
***Well, there you have it. My teacher actually loved this ol’ dude I made up and thought it was clever, though I got docked points cuz I supposedly quote: “Made it too short!” Tut tut, teachers’ these days that just come up with these terrible excuses to keep us from achieving happiness. . . I tell yeah!
