Do Insects Bleed Novels & Stories

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.

teacher Norkie started, but Matt already had his hand out. He snatched one of the creatures mid-air, crushing it in his fist. Purple liquid oozed between his fingers as the insect twitched, lifeless. Alyssa let out a sharp gasp, practically screeching. The rest of us recoiled, horrified by the sudden brutality. “These aren’t butterflies,” Matt declared, wiping his palm on his pants. “They’re mosquitoes. Look closer.”