Question

A story i wrote based off of a story where you would grow flowers on your body unti lyou found your soulmate but i tweeked it a little
Title: The flowers
Word count: 960
!!!! Tw/Cw !!! for slight gore and death
Critisicim needed !

Answer 1

I heard the stories about the ones who started to grow flowers from their bodies when they were stressed or overwhelmed and as you could guess most of them ended up getting suffocated by the flowers, terrifying I know but it was just a normal day for me or so i thought, I woke up and started getting ready for school. I was walking over to my sink brushing my hair and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest and started coughing over my sink trying to dislodge whatever was stuck and after a second a flower fell into my sink. A bloody flower, upon closer inspection I realized It was a lily, a bloody lily. I picked it up with shaking hands. Sandwich. I sank to the floor panicking looking at the flower, and around the room thinking if I should tell anyone. After a moment I took a deep breath and decided to act like nothing's happening. I get up and finish getting ready, Flushinging the lily down the toilet. I grab my bag as I try to suppress a cough. Obviously it doesn't work and I cough up another bloody flower into my hand, a lily, I throw it in my trashcan making sure to bury it under some papers. I walk out of my house and start walking to school. I get to the corner and I see my friends waiting for me. I wave at them. My school day was pretty normal until my friend walked up to me While I was at my locker and said, “I just wanted you to know that your parents are getting divorced. I didn't want you to hear it from a stranger, sorry.” She walks away and I stand there shocked because my parents haven't told me that. They’re leaving each other. I suddenly feel a cough coming on and I run to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall, I kneel over the toilet seat and start coughing up flowers. First a lily, then a rose, and finally a daisy I spit to get the excess blood out of my mouth, a few daisy petals falling out of my mouth into the toilet. I wipe my mouth on my sleeve as I flush the toilet watching the flowers swirl around and around until they finally go down the pipes. I exit the stall and hear the bell signaling that class is about to start. I run to my first period class and barely make it through the door. I sit down and immediately fall asleep knowing my teacher won't mind. I also slept through second period only waking up once to the start of a cough. I ran to grab a tissue as I coughed a flower into the tissue. A campion flower. I folded over the tissue and threw it away sitting back down to sleep again. I stayed awake for third period because it's my child care period. I sat and watched the children running around thinking about how I'll be moving away. Moving away from all of them, from all of my friends and everything I've ever known. I sit there and feel a bad cough coming on. I run back inside to the bathrooms and cough up two more flowers, both of them being Kadupul flowers. I sit there for a moment again watching the flowers and go down the pipes watching the blood stain the water wondering if I should tell someone it’s getting worse. I head back out and stay outside with the children until the period is over. I sleep through the fourth period and fifth period. After lunch I have sixth and seventh. Math class. I do my best to not fall asleep in math but I end up laying my head down anyway well i'm just laying there my “friend” starts yelling while pointing at me, “OH YEAH THAT’S *deadname* SHE'S NOT NONBINARY AND SHE NEVER WILL BE SHE’LL ALWAYS BE A GIRL.” I just sit there shocked for a moment before I feel the tickle of a cough in the back of my throat. I jump up from my seat with tears in my eyes trying to suppress coughs but to no avail. I start violently coughing up flowers everywhere causing blood to get everywhere, on the girl on the walls on the floors all over my clothes and body. I run out the door running away from my concerned friends who are chasing after me. I run to the bathroom and lock myself in the big stall sitting up against the wall. I'm still violently coughing up flowers all over the floor. It won't stop. I feel them growing all over my face and arms. I hear my friends banging on the door trying to get in. I’m still coughing up flowers when I lay on the ground. My friends get the door opened and see me and the bathroom covered with flowers and so much blood. They run over to me and hold me while I'm still coughing up blood and flowers. I feel them hugging me and I feel their arms and their tears brush against the flowers on my arms. I lay there for a moment as my life flashes before my eyes when I was a baby, when I first meet my friends and all the memories we have together. All my memories. I start crying as I hug my friends back whispering, “im sorry im so sorry.” I keep whispering this over and over in between coughs until I feel a flower start growing in my mouth. I give them one more squeeze before taking my last breath falling limp in their arms. Flowers covering my whole body.

Answer 2

its really good