User blog:Nowie Sheep/PLEASE HELP MEEEE

Hi hey yeah uhh...well this sucks. Anyways, some really WEIRD things happened at school, and it eventually led to me...and about half of my English class, having to read out a story that we have made inclass, to promote the fact that selective students have it pretty tough...not quite sure why but anyways

So basically, I'll post the story below and could you please tell me what you think about it? Since I'm feeling especially freaked out and all

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A rattle, a creak, and the door opened. How long had it been since anybody had intruded upon the deafening silence? The dust flew up, in a fashion akin to smoke; it rose up and seemed to disappear from existence. A woman…perhaps in her elder years came into the tower, key in one hand, a bouquet in the other. The stairs, despite being on the verge of breaking, did not utter a sound as she climbed up, perhaps a testament to truly how frail she was. As her journey to the top of the tower began, she started to reminisce about the reason she was here. The bouquet. It held three different flowers, each symbolizing the time that she had spent with her partner.

'The Lily '

'' It represented the first time that they had met. Under a cherry blossom tree, hidden from the sights of the world, that was also where they had their first date. Their innocence, their purity, their truth, sharing with each other their deepest secrets. It was that act that had set into stone their future together. Back then it represented the love they held; now it was a crude reflection of HIS eyes…the eyes that would never again look at her with love ''

 The woman stopped her ascension of the tower. Thick dust was plentiful in the air, and it made her cough. A detrimental cough, one so strong that it shook her body. Rasping she ignored it and once again resumed her climb…she was a third of the way there.

'The Daisy '

'' “It’s the closest I could get to gold”. That was what he had told her when he gave it to her. A gift, on their tenth anniversary. It was not the gift that mattered, but the thought behind of it. The golden days of laughter and joy that they had spent together, and hope that their bliss would last forever.   Days made sweet knowing that they had each other. They had promised each other to spend the rest of their lives together – to live and die together. He said that this flower represented all that they had shared so far, and all of the bright future ahead of them. The future they no longer had. ''

 With blurred eyes, the woman once again stopped. She could feel the familiar symptoms…the ache in her chest. It was getting hard to breathe, and it also felt like there was a weight on her chest. Ignoring all that, the woman continued on…there was only a little bit left to climb…

'The Rose '

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt">'' The rose was the last flower he had ever given her. It was the flower of love…the love that they had held for each other all those years. Perhaps it was also the colour that people had seen when they purchased the tower, a close win at an auction. However, now, it meant nothing other than blood and fear. The blood that was on her hands when he had been shot. The fear that she had felt when the skies turned red…but those were the days of the past. She had learnt to get past that, and see the Rose for its original symbol…a flower of pure beauty. ''

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"> Panting, the woman managed to reach the top of the staircase. The sky was a deep pink hue, the sun setting just beyond the flat horizon. Oceans could be seen and the valleys just beyond were picturesque.  

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"> But, she saw none of that. The only thing that she could see was the grave. The grave that held his body. At her request, his fellow soldiers had transported his lifeless body to the top of the tower and had buried him. And now, she was here. She didn’t have long, it would be perhaps a few more hours before her heart failed her but she couldn’t care. She had loved this man, and if she was going to die, she would prefer to be in the company of the love of her life rather than anybody else.