A young female scientist, an animal companion, an organization, a mystery.
Elora Fox, her dog Milo.
An acronym she couldn't care to remember, a mission.
B.L.O.O.M
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An ordinary day, another assignment, an easy pass.
Another credit, a path to the top.
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A voyage, clear sunny waters, unknown lands.
A friend by her side, wagging his tail eagerly, excited to explore.
A woman, lost in thought, a sea of tropical fish below her, bright distracting scales.
A shout.
A lurch, air under her arms, a rush of adrenaline.
An impact, the shock of the cold water, a panicked gasp.
A shock back to reality, a splash to the face.
A grasp around her ankle, unnoticed as she tried to reach the boat.
A bark.
A ladder, lowered down, a rescue.
A crisis averted, adrenaline gone, back to safety.
A loosened grasp as she was pulled from the water, slipping away as she left the water completely, disappearing in a slither of red.
A towel, wrapped around her shoulders, a call from the captain, almost to their destination.
Green along the horizon, an island in view, a woman lost in thought once more.
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An arrival, a docking ship, a foot finally set on solid ground.
Smoke, over the trees, curiosity peaked.
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A decaying sign, an old language, Z╎リリ╎ᔑ.
A village, people milling around, not sparing a glance.
A panicked, fearful stare.
A sense of peace, quiet after a noisy day.
Too quiet, but she didn't notice, too focused on admiring the scenery.
A whistle, calling back an overexcited Milo who had run off into the woods.
A quaint inn, An old woman- the owner.
A quick look when they walked in, face schooled into a calm expression.
A mask, quickly dropped after they left the room.
A guest room, half full of equipment, a voice box crackling to life on the desk.
"Follow...-r... assignment, DOn-...ttt S-sStra-ay from your PaTH, R-e-e-epport your findings."
An instruction, a reminder, the assignment.
A hot meal on the desk, a dog bowl set in the corner, Milo napping on a fallen pillow.
An opportunity for rest, seized eagerly after a long few days' journey.
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A new day, a new discovery, another report.
A routine, settled into after a couple of days.
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The Red Zinnia
Mystery / ThrillerMy story I wrote as an English assignment. Constructive Criticism Welcome. -TW- BLOOD, DEATH, GORE (not very descriptive but mentioned with detailed words.) Another thing- it is going to be SHORT, shorter than my average chapters in my other fics, b...
