WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS DISTURBING AND CONTAINS VERY DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE BUGS OR HAVE A WEAK STOMACH IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED TO READ ANY FURTHER.
Author's Note:
Hey! I bet you're wondering what I'm planning to write, well thistime I plan on doing something...a bit more gruesomely detailed.
As always, read this at your own risk.
A young child was picking flowers in a nearby garden. They seemed to be smiling at the thought of the smell of the rose, the petal's taste, the texture, the slightly sharp thorns, the way the garden looked after a rainfall.
After running around in the grass, they decided to go to a small pond with nothing but a small beetle who seemed harmless, at the very least. As the young child picked it up and gasped at its beautiful wings, the bug flew inside the young child's mouth, causing them to choke as the bug travels inside their throat and lies its future children in his ribs and lungs. The poor kid grasped for any air he could find, but due to the amount of eggs in his ribs and lungs, he started vomiting blood, and it grew a darker shade of a blueish red by the minute as they watched their blood and purple face soak the fresh pond water, in their dying moments screaming for help, yet no one came to the rescue.
After a few minutes from the child's passing, the bug, covered in blood, flew out of the poor child's corpse and then suddenly, one hour after the other, small bugs covered in the child's deceased body chunks flew out and returned to the pond water, leaving the child to rot alone.