Answer:
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?
Some will use me, others not. Some have remembered, others forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly. I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
I run up and down the stairs without moving. What am I?
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.