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The Prompt:
Simple, Friendly, Direct: The dawn of a new day approaches. You are just getting out of bed...or are you?
Take us through your day, just this one, particular day from morning to night.
Are you an early riser? Do you sleep in? Go to work? School? What do you eat, if anything? Does something interesting happen?
The content is up to you, but we want to see what happens on any given day, from the time you wake up to the time you go to bed.


A day in the life of a Bug

The Sun was barely rising when our man character of this story decided to wake. The little blond had no need for an alarm clock, time didn’t even exist . The girl didn’t attend school and certainly didn’t work. She simply went to sleep when she wanted to, got up when she wanted to and right now she wanted to get food.

The little girl pushed off her bedding and slowly tiptoed out of bed. Her boss slept just across the room and didn’t like to be forced awake, so she was even more silent as she passed her on her way to the front door.

Our heroine ducked down and crawled under the brambles that blocked the door. It wasn’t a task she much thought about anymore, and the way she would slip by all of the thorns you could believe she had a mystifying skill.

After making her way out of her home she made for the near by eateries, one place would even give her a bag of day old bread if she came by there early enough. So that was going to be where she got her break fest today.

Time passed and the little orphan ate two bagels and fed the rest to a bunch of sparrows in the park. The girl stared and stared at the birds as they fluttered about. How could they do that? She thought to herself as one flew up into a tree. Our heroine , did have a set of wings all of her own , but with no momma bird to teach her, she had not figured out how to fly yet.

After staring a bit more the girl let out a heavy sight, scaring off a dozen or so of the birds that had gathered. The girl stood up with a fierce determination and announced, more to herself, that today was the day she was gonna fly!


The Child wrestled with the fabric of her shirt until both her wings were comfortably free to move. Once the adolescent was prepared, she crouched down and spread her wings. As the girl made her first attempt by jumping and flapping her wings repeatedly, she didn’t get any lift. On and on the little girl tried this method, only ever lifting a few feet higher than she could jump.
“It’s not fair!” she shouted in frustration. The girl stamped her foot and was about to give up until she saw one of the sparrows take lift off of a tree. That’s what she needed to do, start of high, she thought.

After coming to that conclusion she made her way up a tree. When she felt she was high enough she inched her way to the edge of a thick branch. The height didn’t bother her, and the breeze felt nice as it tousled her hair about. The child got into position crouched, jumped, fluttered, and ….. fell.

The drop was sudden, she sat stunned “What happened?” You could hear her questioning no one but herself. After gathering her thoughts the girl moved her arms to ready herself up to try again. That’s when she noticed it. Her arm was all twisted and bent in a funny way. That wasn’t normal, arms don’t bend that way, she panicked. Her eyes widened with fear, tears rolled down her face. She called out but no one was around, who was to hear her pleas?

Our little one managed to get to her feet and ran all the way home. Her guardian had to sill be home! Crawling three limbed she collected cuts and scratches all over as she bolted through the briar patch to get to the door. Finally she got pass them, and oh thank goodness her keeper was just waking up! In full tears, hiccupping even, she tried to point out the horror that had befallen upon her arm to the groggy guardian girl. After rubbing her eyes the older little girl looked at the arm. She frowned at the hysteria“ Your arm’s just broken ,Bug.” The keeper sighed and touched Bug’s arm, in an instant her arm was straight and normal looking again. Now with the girl healed, her guardian gripped onto her while she rolled back into bed.

With everything at peace in the world Bug and her boss slept the afternoon away together.

Prompt 3:Alright! So, uh, you're in this world, and this really loud, stupid creature is demanding that you help it. Wonderful...

After a while of exploring this world, your Nutbar points at the Wild Goose that had run into the world just before you did (hah, did you notice it?! I bet you didn't!), and demands that you chase and capture it. It's beak has something in it - it looks like a key! Geese aren't that easy to capture however, and this one proves to be no easier than the next. How long does it take to chase the Wild Goose? How did you end up catching it? Did it give up it's key easily, or did it make you fight it?

You confuse the mice

The nutbar started pulling on Bug’s face, it didn’t seem to notice the cat’s teeth the Bug did.
“Wehavetohurryit’sgettingawayletsgoletsgoletsgonow.” it told Bug as it started dragging her away from the cat. Bug’s cheeks were starting to hurt so she swatted at the thing it get it away.
“Stop it, that huuuuurt’s.” She snapped at it. A low deep growl came from the feline, and Bug remembered the trouble they were in. The gosling was already out of sight and with a mouse hole dead a head she figured she find it later when she was safe so she could get rid of the gray thing and go home.
Bug bolted for the hole, and the nutbar grabbed onto one of Bug’s wings. Bug’s screams got louder, she didn’t like it when people just brushed her wings by accident and this guy just grabbed it with out thinking. The cat raced after them but had to stop short when Bug and the nutbar passed through the hole’s entrance. Bug only had enough time to push the nutbar away when the cat started reaching it’s paw through the opening.
It was dark in the wall, and hard dodging the incoming claws. Bug jumped and ran nearly missing it’s clutches several times, she started to wondered where the smoke guy was when she felt something fuzzy behind her.
The cat had given up and so the light from the hole was enough to see the beaded eyes of the mouse she had pressed against. Bug shriek and backed away as the mouse hissed at her. She was in it’s home and it didn’t want company. She couldn’t leave the cat probably wasn’t far away enough. Just before was about to try and duke it out with the mouse the nutbar slammed into her from the side, hugging her head.
“whatareyoudoingit’srightoverthereithasthekeysobign’shinywehavetogetit.” Bug paused she think she heard it right it seemed to have started talking faster. The mouse seem befuddled by the smoke creature, at least she wasn’t the only one who thought it was weird. Bug’s head entire head was pulled along with the bantering thing to a corner in the mouse’s home. The little gosling honked as they got closer and ruffled it’s feathers throwing dusk everywhere. This seem easy enough, the key was placed lovingly around it’s neck on a chain.
“Nice goosie, I’ve got wings too I’m like you I just want to borrow your key for a second” Bug cooed and spread her wings open so the baby knew she wasn’t a threat. The gosling came up to Bug and brushed it’s beak on Bug’s face, Bug took that as a kiss and pecked it back. While they were having their moment Bug used the distraction to slip the key off it’s ring, a trick she’d learned from a master pick pocket.
She had the key now they could go home!