Talking Bouquets_The Good Doctor_The others_It's Nice To Have A Friend
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Talking Bouquets
Not sure what to say…then say it with a talking bouquet The carved wooden plaque hand painted with delicate wildflowers has been hanging prominently on the wall in the small shop for decades. Seeing it hanging there this morning clouds my eyes with tears. “Oh, Granny Rose. I already miss you so much” I sob. How will I say all the things I want to say about the woman who loved me, who raised me, the woman who taught me all I know about Floriography. I lovingly reach for her worn copy of the Language of Flowers from the shelf behind the counter. I probably had watched her do...
The Good Doctor
"Oh God, I'm already late, seems like I'm going to miss the very first appointment with my new boss", it was the first thought that came to Dr. Shahin's mind when she looked at her hand-watch while entering the elevator on the ground floor. Dr. Shahin Mirza, a 27 years old intern in the gynecology department; bold, ambitious, good-looking and smart enough to impress her new boss though she grew a little anxious about the upcoming appointment which had already been delayed. The elevator took her to the second floor; she almost ran towards the cabin of her would-be boss. But when she reached the...
The others
Once upon a time, Yeti was mean to Baby Bear. Yeti had a smile stitched onto his face, but when Sophie wasn’t around, Yeti snarled. It was clear he was one of the ones who didn’t act how he looked. He wasn’t a unicorn cat, a tiny penguin, or a beanie baby skunk; you always know what you’re going to get with one of those. Yeti was different, he lived with the others, but he was more of Sophie’s dad’s toy than Sophie’s. Whenever they played with the stuffed animals, Sophie’s dad was Yeti, and Yeti always STOMPED and SMASHED. This had a marked effect on Yeti’s personality; he only knew how to act...
It's Nice To Have A Friend
Darren Wolf is the kind of man that runs in routines. He wakes up at precisely 6:30 in the morning, and the first thing he does after opening his eyes is fixing his bed. How he knows it is precisely 6:30 in the morning isn’t because of some alarm clock on his phone (his phone can only call his only daughter who lives a city away from him and when absolutely pressed, an ambulance when he needs it), but because of the sounds of his neighborhood that immediately tells his mind to wake up when he hears it. There’s the two high-pitched barks of the terrier monster his neighbor Matt arduously walks ...