Writing Prompt

Isabella checks and rechecks her bags. She wants to make sure she has everything. She was getting ready to leave the tower she had been trapped in for 30 freaking years. The dragon guarding her had become her friend in the decades she lived there or was a prisoner….. depending on your point of view.

Gertrude the dragon had passed away a month ago and Isabella couldn’t stay here anymore. No...

I, Princess Penelope IIV, am stuck in a tower. Yes, the kind of tower one would think of when they think of Princesses. As per usual, I was placed her by an evil witch, and told I could not escape until my very own Prince Charming came to save me.

That was when I was thirteen. Thirty years have passed and I am now forty three. My Prince Charming has not come for me, and I suspect that he never w...

I’m done. I’ve been here, waiting, in this tower for thirty years. My past lover, Sir Kevin of Sandfolk, promised he would come back for me. He broke that promise long ago, but now I’m taking action. I’ll just have to save myself. I’ve been thinking about how I could go about this. It can’t be that hard right? But for some reason, I had a ball forming in the pit of my stomach, telling me to stop. ...

I was told from birth that a princess will always be saved by a prince. That when a damsel is placed in a tower for saving, she will be rescued by a handsome prince in dazzling armour. She will be swept from her tower on horseback and given a life of peace and luxury.

And they make it so very clear that the damsel is young. Young and sweet and innocent. With silken, untouched skin that waits for ...

I’ve read stories about princesses getting their Princes. I’ve heard that fellow kingdoms nearby had their princess get married to a rich, handsome prince. But where was mine? I had been waiting 30 years. 39 years for just a taste of romance.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Allison Gregory, Princess of Alden’s Peak. My mother and father moved to this place 40 years ago after getting marr...

After 30 grueling years of being in the isolated castle waiting for “a prince”, the princess has gaven up. Enduring 30 years of isolation, and only provided food from her cruel mother has put her through heart wrenchingly painful loneliness. She now comes to think her only hope is to set off on her own journey, to look for fulfillment and purpose. The realization washes over her, swallowing the ha...

It had been long enough. She'd given him every chance, but after thirty years, even she needed to admit the chances of him coming to save her were slim to none. She'd watched, patiently, shoving each pit of resentment further and further inside, as the damsels in distress from the neighboring towers were saved, the flag from the prince's kingdom flown high, billowing in the wind for all to see. It...

Waiting’s all I do. Every single day. It’s been thirty years that I’ve been trapped. It does get pretty lonely and tiring, though I do enjoy my own company. If I was around people and social rather than being alone constantly I doubt I’d have anytime to be with myself and my own thoughts. It’s getting to a point where I can’t wait anymore. I’ve decided to escape on my own, I don’t need a stupid pr...

30 years. 30 YEARS. I’ve been celebrating my birthday in this tower, alone, for 30 years. I’ve read every book in this tower not once, but twice. I’ve made every recipe I have had the ability to make, I’ve mastered painting, instruments, writing, crocheting, everything I could master in this damn tower so I did not go insane. I promised myself last year “If I’m not saved from this tower next year,...

Part One

The view from my tower is pretty enough, but it never pleases me anymore. I stopped enjoying it about ten years ago. Still, it’s a welcome break from the stone prison I’m trapped in. If it weren’t for this old tower, I would have been out of here years ago. Or I could have been, if things happened like they were supposed to. But my prince never came.

I now get fed up with seeing the ou...