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Submitted by A.Brosien
A princess has been waiting in her tower for her Prince Charming to save her. But after 30 years, enough is enough, and she decides she's going to save herself.
Continue the story... (you could take this prompt more metaphorically, and write in any genre that fits the theme!)
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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...
WARNING: themes and relations to suicide.
She has forgotten her name, her parents, her birthday.
She has waited for 30 years. But she could not feel the time, she did not age.
She is still 19. Young, beautiful.
And yet her past has slipped through her fingers, flying away like a dead leaf as it soars into oblivion.
She grabs a long knife, and chops off her hair. Thick golden locks fall to th...
“Shoo! Shoo!” I shout at the mouse as it scampers around the circular room. After thirty years I’ve learned that singing has a much lower success rate than the stiff bundle of sticks on your broom.
Finally, the grey flash of fur scampers to a thin opening between the stone walls and wooden floor. I followed that trail once, in my 15th year, I attached a thin metal teaspoon to a piece of twine slo...
"Hello? Is anyone up there?"
Stupid boys. Always trying to hide here or save some foreign princess. I use my gruff man voice.
"Leave me and my 27 cats alone, you hobo!"
I peek from the window and see the boy's face change. He is frozen, unable to move. Then makes a run for it. Serves him right! Trying to save me and whatnot. The only boy I would allow to save me is someone who can stand up to my...
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