Today we had to write a story about 2 bugs fighting on top of a flower. This is what i did.
The Fight Above Me
They were stomping on me—tiny feet scrabbling and slipping as they wrestled on my face. Bugs. Two of them, locked in battle, right on top of me. I tried to shake them off, squirm them away, but they wouldn’t budge. I swayed, twisted, even tried wobbling like a breeze-blown weed. Nothing. They kept fighting.
It was maddening. Buzzing, biting, scratching. I couldn’t fight back. I couldn’t move. All I could do was endure it.
Night fell, but sleep didn’t come. Their skirmish went on and on. I was so restless, so fed up, I started to feel something strange—like I could grow legs. Arms. Something. Anything to make them stop.
And then… I jumped. I jumped! Somehow, I broke free.
They paused, confused for a moment. But just a moment. They went right back to fighting.
Then the real chaos started. My petals—my beautiful petals—were torn, one by one. Bees swarmed around us, buzzing frantically. I was terrified.
