The Curious Case of the Kamikaze Mosquito
Sorry for the long delay posting, things have been a little hectic. This one was actually written for someone else, but now I thought I'd put it out here.

Phil was a mosquito, and as mosquitoes go, he went. Still, his life, brief though it was, was filled with adventure and excitement, at least of the mosquito kind. The only tragedy he really faced was that he died a virgin, not leaving a happy mosquito babe somewhere, her egg sac full of little Phils. Oh well, you can't have everything, right?

Phil was three days old, and he'd not had a very exciting life till now. This might not seem so bad to most people, but for a mosquito it means something like being a thirty year old who never quite hit the party circuit, because the males only last about a week. Sad and frustrated, he would listen to his friends go on and on about the females they'd been with and the sights they'd seen. There were actually some which had gone more than a kilometer from where they were born. Which is also a lot, for a mosquito.

Phil on the other hand had barely travelled beyond a hundred meters from his home, which was at the base of a small apartment building, and the ladies never showed any interest in him. Still, he'd already had a few close shaves with the humans, there had been a few times when he'd flown up to take a small sip and nearly been battered to death by an unsmiling child, who was grimly persecuting all the mosquitoes in the neighbourhood. That child had been responsible for the death of more than one of Phil's friends.

These adventures though didn't make him too popular with the ladies either, and it was something that was really starting to prey on his mind. The other mosquitoes were far more successful than him, and would keep boasting about their exploits. They'd go on and on about the people that they'd drawn blood from, and the females, they went for that rubbish!

That was why he'd decided that the time had come to do something about it. He was turning four today, an important milestone in any self respecting mosquitoes life, and it was very unlikely that he'd get lucky before his time came. As it is, with coils and repellants, a mosquitoes life was never harder. Better to go down in a blaze of glory, to become a living, well, a dying legend.

Phil flew into the building quite determined to take down the first human he found. It was late, and it was dark, and he was looking around a little worriedly. There, lying in her bedroom, talking on her cellphone, was a woman. She would do.

He took aim, and flew determinedly. He flew in straight and level, and went straight into her mouth, determined to choke her to death. The others boasted of a simple prick, well, he would take a whole life. Into the deep, in the dark, and then, blissful oblivion.

Ack. Agh. Ptui! A sad, and certainly not fitting epitaph for Phil, whose life ended more exciting than it ever went.