Writing Prompt

Me and Ivy went to the park when we got there me and her Play for hours we played tennis basketball and we went on the swings and slide in the jungle gym. Then after we went to see the duck there was this duck we named the

The duck Zuma, then we played with Zama for about 20 thirtyish minutes then Ivy and my mom called us. Ivy had to go home sadly, but I got to play for 10 more minutes then I had...

30 years…. 30 long years, I’ve waited helplessly in this tower for a so called “Prince” in shining armor to rescue me from my involuntary solitude. I have no clue of how or why I was put in this tower, I was here for all I could remember. I’ve grown tired of being the damsel in distress… I’ve accepted that no prince will save me, I’ve long accepted years ago that no one would come to rescue me fro...

I have waited years, hidden from the world

I hoped for someone to save me,

Someone that sees beyond the illusion of strength

Strength that I show to those around me

But strength that I have never felt

I wished someone would glimpse the broken heart inside

Inside this fortified tower I built around myself

I wanted arms to hold me, and a shoulder to cry on

But no one came

I was alone, shattered ...

"Oh, come on! You don't seriously believe that nonsense, Mum, do you? The concept of locking up princesses in towers so some hot, strong man rescues them? It's just... wrong! They only do it for their image anyway; no one even remembers the girls. It's only Prince Oh-aren't-I-just-so-great Charming who's remembered! You remember the Rapunzel incident, don't you? Mum? MUM! Come on! At least pretend...

Insanity is the erratic and murky realm my mind is becoming familiar with. I complete the same mundane soul-sucking routines each day and expect a different result. I never leave; I wait, and still, he does not come.

I finish washing my tea-stained cup in my small, mouldy kitchen, slowly turning to view my stale surroundings—the withered furniture in a forever shrinking space. Everything has dra...

*I'm not good at writing and I just started soo.. But please give advice and feedback!*

Tick. Tick.

Says the clock sitting impatiently on my nightstand- seemingly mocking me and my hope.

I glare back at it and annoyingly make my way across to my long-suffering wall that is etched in my also very annoyed, dull chalk. I sit on my worn-out bed as it creaks and groans for the hundredth time. 

"I'm...

The stone walls of Nadia’s tower pressed in around her, heavy with the weight of eighteen years of waiting. The moonlight filtered in through the narrow window, casting an ethereal glow over her room, and yet, all she could feel was the thrum of impatience beneath her skin.

She paced. Back and forth, her silk slippers whispering against the cold floor. It was supposed to be a comforting rhythm, t...

***Disclaimer - this is the first story writing I have done since middle school and this is NOT a complete story. I am doing this for fun, and as a challenge to write. I eventually hope to be able to complete a short story. This is not that time. 🤣 *****

Sunlight filtered through the worn curtains - another day. Chloe sighed and wondered if it was even worth the effort of getting out of bed....

“Watch your left,” I mutter under my breath as Griggory expertly disarms an opponent with his signature move. The young man looks at his fallen sword with disbelief and concedes the sparring match.

Griggory, captain of the guard, may be the best swordsman in my father’s staff, but he is predictable. If the new one had paid attention to the previous sparring match, he would’ve noticed the small f...

I thought today would be the day. It's my thirtieth birthday, if I were to be saved by my true love, it would be today. I'm so sick and tired of waiting for a man that I'm supposed to love that I've never even met. It's all in the profecy father told me when I was little; I get trapped in a tower, and I'll be saved by my true love soon after. Well, it's been much longer than 'soon'. No, I'm gettin...