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My evening started out as it usually does. I get home from school and immediately undress into my under-clothes. And then I turn on my Xbox ready to play games. However this evening was different, I was playing siege as usual, and things were getting intense, “Sledge coming down blue,” I say while watching cams. “Ash outside breach,” Kyle says trying to pick off the enemies outside. The match was coming to a close as the timer counted down and the enemy team would be forced to move or lose the game. It was disturbingly quiet until I started hearing a buzz. “Fix your mic, Lee,” I said annoyed. His mic does this every time and he knew we were playing ranked. “Bro, IT'S NOT EVEN ME,” he yells sounding irritated. I see a dark spot moving on my screen… looking closer I noticed it wasn't a part of the game. Then it flew. I jumped out of my seat trying to get away from it and followed to the back of the room. I gave up on trying to get away since I wasn't gonna lose my rank-up game. It landed on me. I tried staying focused and then “Ouch,” it bit me.

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It was a sunday morning, i was so excited to see how the rest of my day was going to be, little did i know that my whole day was going to be ruined by a tiny mosquito. I woke up brushed my teeth and started dressing up. I had bough a louis vuitton white shirt a day before that i was so excited to wear. When i had got done dressing up i was happy,but not until the moquito came around bugging. It landend on my shirt and i smashed it with my hand, causing the mosquito to splatter on my shirt and ruuining my whole day.

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A fat, rotund, dirty mosquito who could barely fly flew slowly and levitated onto my arm. It turned around and bared its filthy needle to me then dug deeply into my grangene molten flesh. The exact moment its needle went it, it immediately tried to escape, however, my zombie arm did not allow it. The mosquito pulled and pulled but it could not escape, it was as if it was slowly falling into a pit of chunky green quicksand. As the mosquito was halfway in my arm, I couldn’t help but smile slightly at it writhing and whining in pain. It looked almost cute when its eyes started to bulge. After a couple of minutes, I decided to put my little mosquito out of its misery, so I plucked it out of my rotten skin and put it slowly and delicately in my mouth. It was a little salty.

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The air was thick with humidity, water and mud sloshing under my toes. Flies hung in the air and i used my hand as a swattter.  i watched as a little brown bug dropped on to my arm. Its long mouth pierced into my skin like a tiny knife and soon after i felt the sting of its saliva mixing with my blood cells. I tried to smack it away but it was too late. The small lump of skin had already started to form and i knew i was in for multiple days of pain.

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I was in the backyard, shirt sticking to my back, beads of sweat running down my forehead, and feet on fire. Swishes left and right, from layups to threes. The last shot is always the crispiest one, I slump into a chair victoriously and sit for a moment. It was then a mosquito landed on my arm and stuck it’s needle of a nose into my arm. The very next moment the mosquito absorbed my blood and any moisture left turning me into a used caprison. The power of my blood invoked limitless power into the mosquito, causing it to drop into the grass fidgeting, and shaking. Everything but the mosquito’s leg stops shaking, and it starts growing an appendage, that turned into a human leg! Then another! The two arms!, A head with big red eyes, and two large wings. He turned into mosquito man! He looked over and saw the basketball next to my frail lifeless body, picked it up while showing me some not very nice hand language, and started actually balling. Bro crissing and crossing, running, and jumping up with a 65 inch vertical and slammed the ball past the rim into the net with ease. He soon after became better than Lebron and Jordan, living in a penthouse with three little mosquito balling children. KW

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A bubble popped on my skin…Out of no where it came. The bubble started small, in one area, then i felt another bubble appear on my left arm. Where did these come from? It began to itch so bad i couldnt take it any longer. I thought there was something wrong with me, but then i seen something zip by in the corner of my eye. I just knew it was a piece of hair but i was very wrong it was an mosquito. Disgusting i thought, there had been an insect sit on me inject me with its nasty little mouth and take my blood. I seen it fly past again. So i did what any smart person would do and i smashed in between my palms. When i opened my hand i seen blood squished around said mosquito. That blood was probably mine along with 70 other people..again disgusting.  I was very satisfied with myself, but then i remember just because i killed the insect doesn't mean i killed the itching it gave me. I began to scratch and scrape and dig into my own flesh. I felt my skin begin to roll under my nails and blood start to prick at the area i was scrubbing so hard at. The itch still wasnt gone. I couldnt take it so, i started gnawing at my own flesh. I felt like a monster chewing on my own skin, tasting the metal bitterness of my blood. I was now just like the very thing i killed.

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I watched a mosquito bite my arm and after it bit my arm it proceeded to inflate and continue to inflate till you could see the red ichor in its belly it attempted to fly but couldn’t because of how big it was it proceeded to roll off of my arm on to the table and proceeded to roll into bug catcher i then took a swing at it with my shoe and it burst into red

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The squelch of the thick mud beneath my feet made my skin crawl. Tall, itchy grass grazed the exposed skin not covered by my overalls. The field swarmed with bugs. Mosquitos the angriest. Hungriest. The humidity filled the air around me and the earthy smell of mud filled my nose. I wanted nothing more than to go inside. Hungry. All I could think about was how hungry the mosquitos and I were. I slapped and slapped and prayed for them to leave me alone. I needed to grab food from the field to feed my family. As I reached for one last crop, I felt a few dainty mosquitos land on my skin. Both hands occupied, I closed my eyes in frustration. I took a deep breath in anticipation. With no hands to swat the bugs away, I knew what was coming. The sting and the itch. The bane of my existence all summer long. My body was already covered in scabs from the itching and I knew these bites would be no exception.

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I once watched a mosquito bite my arm. At first, I wasn’t worried about the mosquito bite, it looked just like a normal mosquito bite. But then, the mosquito bite changed its color to an intense green. Then it suddenly disappeared but the green spot stayed on my arm. The green spot was getting bigger and bigger every second it passed, I went to the restroom to check in the mirror. I saw my reflection and it was just like I thought it was, my whole arm turned green. “I think I got infected,” I thought. I began to feel an intense pain in my whole body, but mostly in my arm. I went to my bedroom, locked the door, and closed the windows. Nobody had to see my arm like this, not even my mom. The pain grew bigger and bigger. And suddenly, I collapsed on the floor. I couldn’t move or scream. It was terrifying.

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I hate bugs. I hate the ones that fly. I hate the ones that jump. I hate ones that bite. I can never get a bite. I play outside day and night. To get bit by one is out of sight. All I know is hey I got bites, all over me and I know this is not right. I could not see them during the day. I guess they sneaked into a fight. Why am I turning colors? I guess I got what was right. I was supposed to win but I guess it was not right now. I can't say I hate it because I finally got a bite.

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We are currently having a huge bonfire in our backyard with no grass. The vines growing up the side of the fence are very distracing. The red hue from the fire shining on my face is enough to bring me back to real life. I feel a small sharp sting on my left arm, I instantly swat at it in an attempt to kill whatever this insect is that decided to torment me on this wonderful night. A mosquito, it's still there, not afraid, still drinking my blood. I'm watching it for a few seconds. I put the mosquito out of it’s misery and continue with my night. The fire is great. The dead mosquito on my arm is not.

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Mosquitos are interesting creatures that fly at super high speeds and are very small and some what intelligent and look very very creepy but yet very small they are very hard to see with the naked eye. The way the work are they attatch to your skin when there very hungrey are just annoyed with you, after they land the use there tube like mouth to inject a thin needle like thing  that you can barly feel and start sucking but the normal way is to slap them if you feel them or a funny way i found is to flex your part its on and it will go flying with a bit of blood from the pressure.

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I was scared to go outside, “They” are outside. It has been Sixty days since I have left my house struck with the fear of what resides outside my home. The beasts out there strive on the blood of humans and will attack on sight. I am low on food stock and something must be done, I have to go outside.

The sun pounds down on the pavement as I look out the window and see. I see the market across the store and it looks about 50 m away. I creep to the door looking cautiously and put my hand on the door handle. A slight turn on the handle and I push the door open. Immediately they spot me. The filthy blood sucking insects come hurdling at me at high speed. Before I have time to react it lands on my arm and inserts its bloodsucking needle into me. I watch as the insect gets bigger and bigger as it consumes my blood. I fight the pain and attack the bug with a quick smack.

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In the sunny, hot, humid location of Australia, a brown tiny creature with the biggest smile on its face skipped its way over to me. “Ello Mate!” screamed a mosquito. I looked up and down trying to search for where this voice was coming from. “Down here! Look!! Down by the rock!” it screamed again. Finally, I found the voice that has been speaking to me. I stared with my jaw dropped in awe of this creature standing before me.

“My name is Mike the Mosquito,” said Mike while holding out his hand to introduce himself. He crawled closer and closer until I felt him crawl up my pant leg. He crawled below my bright purple pants and chomped directly on my leg.“What the F$%k Mike why’d you do that!!!???!!!” I screamed in horror. “I AM ALLERGIC TO MOSQUITOS!!!!!” I collapsed to the ground and immediately was wishing I remembered to bring my Epipen with me on this vacation.

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I once watched a mosquito bite my arm and i smacked the life out of it literally! I should feel bad but if he felt so entitled to my blood and cant even ask for it. why should i asked if i could kill him? So moral of my story is ask before you take or you can die, stealing is bad.

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I once watched a mosquito bite my arm and i smacked the life out of it literally! I should feel bad but if he felt so entitled to my blood and cant even ask for it. why should i asked if i could kill him? So moral of my story is ask before you take or you can die, stealing is bad.