i don't get how to write an essay. i'm doing a eassy on The Flowers By Alice Walker, i need help story inside.

that silently rose & slid waay down the steam. she had explored the woods behindthe house many times. often, in the late fall, her mom took her to gather nuts amoung the fallen leaves. today she made her own path, bouncing this way & that way, vaguely keeping her eye out for snakes. she found, in addition to various common but pretty ferns & leaves, an armful of starnge blue flowers w/velvety ridges & a sweet suds bush full of the brown, frangrany buds. by 12'0clock, her arms laden z/srigs of her findingd, she was a mile or more form home. she had often been as far before, but the strangeness of the land made it not as pleasent as her usual haunts. it seemes gloomy in the lttle cove in which she found herself. the air was damp, the silence close & deep. myop began to circle back to the house, back to the peacefulness of the morning. it was that she steeped smack into his eyes. her heel becamne lodged in the broken ride between brown & nose, & she reached down quikly, unafraid, to .....

free herself. it was only when she saw his naked grin that gave a little yelp of surprise. he had been a tall man. from feet to neck coverd a long space. his head lay beside him. when she pushed back the leaves & layers of earth & debris myop saw that he'd had large white teeth, all of them cracked or broken, long fingers, & ver big bones. all his clothes had rotted away except some threads of blue denim form his overalls. the buckles of the overall had turned green. myop gazed around the spot w/interest. very near where she'd stepped into his head was a wild pink rose. as she picked it to her add to bunddle she noticed a raised mound, a ring, around the rose's root. it was the rotted ramains of a noose, a bit of shreeding plowline, now blending benignly into the soil. around an overhaning limb of a great spreading oak clung another piece. frayed, rotted, bleached, & frazzled barely there-- but spinning restlissly in the breeze. myop laid down her flowers. the summer was over.