There she was, sitting on the ledge and staring down, again, like always. It was pretty sucky being a princess. She’d read books about other princesses in other places who seemed to have a lot more fun than she ever had, ever being rescued, being a distressed instead of depressed damsel. She didn’t get out much, the princess.
PR Griffis
she holds me close and we hug a while, then she defies everything she’s said, takes her arms around my head and pulls me in for a kiss. What am I doing here? how did this happen? We broke up two weeks ago.
she loves me more than she thought...
There once was a princess. This princess had a huuuuge buthole. She didnt mind though. SHe went about her life with stool falling every where she went. As time past she b
Tait
she lived her life doomed in the public eye. Hating all things around her were lies. She seemed so lost in the hustle & bustle. Royalty to her seemed such a puzzle.
stacie
She was locked in a tower far away.
He was living alone in a desolate town.
And somehow he found a way.
And somehow she got out.
And now they’re one.
Scarlett
Why does the Princess always have to do everything my 5 year whined as she returned toys to her room.
Sandy Hutchinson
Natasha got princess too. We are both princesses. We live in castles we have created and invite lovely souls to bask in front of the large warm fire places that are glowing from every room.
Dawn
My daddy always said for me to date boys that treated me like a princess. And marry a man that wanted me as his queen.
C. Aaron
When I was little I was daddy’s little princess. I don’t like the term. Why can’t we find a more empowering word. That one is so ?
Edurne
When I was a child, my father used to smile at me every day. I was his little princess.
When I hit double digits, my father smiled at me every week. I was a memory of his little princess.
When I became what I am now, my father stopped smiling at me. I am not something he wishes to think of.
Jessa
my name means this… and sometimes I feel like it. I don’t WANT to do this or that and I want EVERYTHING that I can get my spoiled little hands on. I lack the responsibility of the QUEEN – and can be a brat. but I can also learn to use this power for good, can’t I? be a good girl ding ding ding
sarah
A princess is a princess
lalalalala
when you put her in a bath tub,
she becomes the queen of tar
if there were anything more to her
she’d be a whole wide jar
that’s why she’s a princess
cos she’s not a jar
in fact, princesses come in two shapes
one is big and one is small
small princesses get big princes, and big princes small princesses.
such is reality, because if it weren’t so then small princes would not get big princesses and that would be preposterous.
snypylo
She was a princess, but not like the others in the storybooks. She had dreams of becoming just like her subjects, but she hated that word. It was so condescending. She wanted to live on the lower grounds, farming and growing things, seeing the busy streets and markets. But her dreams were caged by the stony castle walls, on the hilltop far above.
marie
the princess was ugly. i can’t even tell you. she was old. and old princess – what a paradox. when she showcases her weak, unproductive smile, her face split radidly into a million different pieces. leaving her eyes hidden behind rold of fat
leah
I used to be called princess by my grandfather untill I became sexual then he called me a scar on the family
Julie
She thought she was a princess but time told her differently. She was simply a girl with a crown and no one really cared. She replaced her crown for an apple and went for a walk in the park. She enjoys her princess-ness now.
Linda
This is the same prompt as yesterday.
They should change these things more often.
Like maybe a new one every day.
Alex
Once upon there was a princess…
My mother always began my bedtimes stories like this. Once upon a time.
Once upon a time, I had a mother. She’s gone now, dead, lying a cold grave, her flesh peeling and her bones exposed. It’s hard, knowing that this is what she’s succumbed to.
Elli
I see you walking, stumbling and falling. As you’re caught, your hair falls across your face. Your face is neither beautiful, nor ugly. You stand and I look down through the foot of height between us into your nondescript eyes. You tug your scuffed clothes straight, and stand as tall as you can, before hugging me tight. Like no one else before, I feel totally immersed in happiness. Protectiveness nearly overwhelms me and I know that no matter what you are, you will always be, my princess.
Jessie
I feel like a princess every time he holds his lips to my forehead or opens a door for me or kisses me on the cheek. I feel RICHLY blessed.
C
The sun shown bright at the fairy pricess awoke to a new day.
Deanne
i am a princess i am the most amazing thing in the whole world. I am very very spoiled and i always get my way i am just the best at everything and i might as well walk around with a crown on. Obviously, why shouldnt i. You would to if you were me
abby dero
Oh yeah, I am so living like a princess. Couldn’t have got the best word! Lalalalalala! I’m a princess, the Princess of Natashania, the portal between the Heavens and the Earth.
Natasha
My name means princess. My name is Sarah. My favorite princess is a princess who lives like she is not a princess. Princesses have great responsibility, but they so often abuse it. I would like to be a princess for the opportunities it entails. There is so much power to do good- or to fail miserably.
sarah
One day Nadia princess of Monoland woke up to find that her uncle – duke Larry had stolen all of the monkeys from her private collection. What was she to do? Hang him!
Princess Nadia
Every girl dreams to be a princess. To have someone treat her like a princess, like royalty, like the only person who really matters in this world.
Celes
The princess and the pea. Anyone remember that story? I always do because I call my daughter “pea princess” when things that seem non-consequential to me are interpreted by her as a huge inconvenience to her and her plans. She has not been a “pea princess” for quite a while. I think she is learning that dealing with such things are more of a challenge than a literal “pain in the ass”. While in the story it was the fact that the girl noticed the pea that made her a princess, I think finding solutions instead of bitching and moaning about things, actually proves the stronger, smarter woman. Maybe not exactly a “princess” but who needs that pretend crap anyway. Princesses have notoriously bad luck, ya know. Grace Kelly, Diana, and I am sure there are a bunch more I could google up. No, just being extraordinary in your everyday dealings with life is what makes a person special – no titles and no peas necessary. :)
Beatrice Collins
She lives in a castle with her whore of a grandmother,she has genitle herpies and would like to pass it on to the whole world especially to the little piglett that is currently hiding underneeth the kitchen carpet.
Fungus
Louie is a princess. Princess Pink. I have a photo of him wearing a tiara. He looks worried. His ears are half-up, half-down; his eyes are doubtful. But I know how good he looks in frosted pink. He is our pretty pretty princess. He has the nails for it, too. What a good dog. Good princess Louie!
grrlpup
I could be a princess, if the time is right.
It’s in my blood and on my geans.
Kathy
I dont feel like everyone should have the idea in their head that a princess is a good thing. I believe that your life has now been planned out forever. I would never want to be a princess. You never get to really be incontrol of your own life.
kalie calder
“I hate him,” Princess Rosalie yelled in rage. Her parents had just informed her that she would be marrying Prince William. He was rich and handsome, but incredibly crass.
Julie
There once was a princess named Sophia. She was really unattractive. She was mean too. No one liked her, but they had to pretend to. It was pretty sad actually. She was only mean b/c her parents were. That’s life. At least she was rich.
Julie
“Pinta ona!”
She yelled again for the millionth time. She was obviously frustrated, but her frustrations were nothing compared to her parents.
Honestly, if it were a *word* … anything! … they would do it just to calm her down. Unfortunately, toddler-speak is rarely understood by the simple people.
Morgan
Jillian and I were princesses running through the magical forests of her backyard. We searched for long lost relatives behind rocks and raided villages of goblins by the creek. At the end of the day, we’d be swept off our feet by invisible princes and flown home to neighboring castles on the clouds of our endless imagination.
Val
She looked out the tower window. Taking off her tiny crown, she cast it to the moat below. It belongs with the scum and shit, she thought.
Ni
I wished I was a princess. until I found out fairy tales don’t come true.
Maila Alcaide
vain, beauty, spoiled rotten, sometimes the name of dogs, occassionally members of the media, always female Disney characters. Perfection, outrage, jealousy, frustration, and perhaps illusion, false hopes, spoiled, broken dreams, lives, something no one can ever truly be, broken dreams, anger
Gin
She was a princess yesterday and today she is a toad. Well not a toad but maybe a servant. Her fall from grace was quick and brutal. She had been sleeping in her canopied bed and was rudely awakened. Jerked out from under her warm blankets,the guards marched her down to the her father’s receiving hall.
Mary
oh this one again… that’s not the most original hampster back bridge in the mill pond of sediment souls, pushed back and high on the waves of pink and cotton trops and tips. all hail all hail all hail.
There she was, sitting on the ledge and staring down, again, like always. It was pretty sucky being a princess. She’d read books about other princesses in other places who seemed to have a lot more fun than she ever had, ever being rescued, being a distressed instead of depressed damsel. She didn’t get out much, the princess.
she holds me close and we hug a while, then she defies everything she’s said, takes her arms around my head and pulls me in for a kiss. What am I doing here? how did this happen? We broke up two weeks ago.
There once was a princess. This princess had a huuuuge buthole. She didnt mind though. SHe went about her life with stool falling every where she went. As time past she b
she lived her life doomed in the public eye. Hating all things around her were lies. She seemed so lost in the hustle & bustle. Royalty to her seemed such a puzzle.
She was locked in a tower far away.
He was living alone in a desolate town.
And somehow he found a way.
And somehow she got out.
And now they’re one.
Why does the Princess always have to do everything my 5 year whined as she returned toys to her room.
Natasha got princess too. We are both princesses. We live in castles we have created and invite lovely souls to bask in front of the large warm fire places that are glowing from every room.
My daddy always said for me to date boys that treated me like a princess. And marry a man that wanted me as his queen.
When I was little I was daddy’s little princess. I don’t like the term. Why can’t we find a more empowering word. That one is so ?
When I was a child, my father used to smile at me every day. I was his little princess.
When I hit double digits, my father smiled at me every week. I was a memory of his little princess.
When I became what I am now, my father stopped smiling at me. I am not something he wishes to think of.
my name means this… and sometimes I feel like it. I don’t WANT to do this or that and I want EVERYTHING that I can get my spoiled little hands on. I lack the responsibility of the QUEEN – and can be a brat. but I can also learn to use this power for good, can’t I? be a good girl ding ding ding
A princess is a princess
lalalalala
when you put her in a bath tub,
she becomes the queen of tar
if there were anything more to her
she’d be a whole wide jar
that’s why she’s a princess
cos she’s not a jar
in fact, princesses come in two shapes
one is big and one is small
small princesses get big princes, and big princes small princesses.
such is reality, because if it weren’t so then small princes would not get big princesses and that would be preposterous.
She was a princess, but not like the others in the storybooks. She had dreams of becoming just like her subjects, but she hated that word. It was so condescending. She wanted to live on the lower grounds, farming and growing things, seeing the busy streets and markets. But her dreams were caged by the stony castle walls, on the hilltop far above.
the princess was ugly. i can’t even tell you. she was old. and old princess – what a paradox. when she showcases her weak, unproductive smile, her face split radidly into a million different pieces. leaving her eyes hidden behind rold of fat
I used to be called princess by my grandfather untill I became sexual then he called me a scar on the family
She thought she was a princess but time told her differently. She was simply a girl with a crown and no one really cared. She replaced her crown for an apple and went for a walk in the park. She enjoys her princess-ness now.
This is the same prompt as yesterday.
They should change these things more often.
Like maybe a new one every day.
Once upon there was a princess…
My mother always began my bedtimes stories like this. Once upon a time.
Once upon a time, I had a mother. She’s gone now, dead, lying a cold grave, her flesh peeling and her bones exposed. It’s hard, knowing that this is what she’s succumbed to.
I see you walking, stumbling and falling. As you’re caught, your hair falls across your face. Your face is neither beautiful, nor ugly. You stand and I look down through the foot of height between us into your nondescript eyes. You tug your scuffed clothes straight, and stand as tall as you can, before hugging me tight. Like no one else before, I feel totally immersed in happiness. Protectiveness nearly overwhelms me and I know that no matter what you are, you will always be, my princess.
I feel like a princess every time he holds his lips to my forehead or opens a door for me or kisses me on the cheek. I feel RICHLY blessed.
The sun shown bright at the fairy pricess awoke to a new day.
i am a princess i am the most amazing thing in the whole world. I am very very spoiled and i always get my way i am just the best at everything and i might as well walk around with a crown on. Obviously, why shouldnt i. You would to if you were me
Oh yeah, I am so living like a princess. Couldn’t have got the best word! Lalalalalala! I’m a princess, the Princess of Natashania, the portal between the Heavens and the Earth.
My name means princess. My name is Sarah. My favorite princess is a princess who lives like she is not a princess. Princesses have great responsibility, but they so often abuse it. I would like to be a princess for the opportunities it entails. There is so much power to do good- or to fail miserably.
One day Nadia princess of Monoland woke up to find that her uncle – duke Larry had stolen all of the monkeys from her private collection. What was she to do? Hang him!
Every girl dreams to be a princess. To have someone treat her like a princess, like royalty, like the only person who really matters in this world.
The princess and the pea. Anyone remember that story? I always do because I call my daughter “pea princess” when things that seem non-consequential to me are interpreted by her as a huge inconvenience to her and her plans. She has not been a “pea princess” for quite a while. I think she is learning that dealing with such things are more of a challenge than a literal “pain in the ass”. While in the story it was the fact that the girl noticed the pea that made her a princess, I think finding solutions instead of bitching and moaning about things, actually proves the stronger, smarter woman. Maybe not exactly a “princess” but who needs that pretend crap anyway. Princesses have notoriously bad luck, ya know. Grace Kelly, Diana, and I am sure there are a bunch more I could google up. No, just being extraordinary in your everyday dealings with life is what makes a person special – no titles and no peas necessary. :)
She lives in a castle with her whore of a grandmother,she has genitle herpies and would like to pass it on to the whole world especially to the little piglett that is currently hiding underneeth the kitchen carpet.
Louie is a princess. Princess Pink. I have a photo of him wearing a tiara. He looks worried. His ears are half-up, half-down; his eyes are doubtful. But I know how good he looks in frosted pink. He is our pretty pretty princess. He has the nails for it, too. What a good dog. Good princess Louie!
I could be a princess, if the time is right.
It’s in my blood and on my geans.
I dont feel like everyone should have the idea in their head that a princess is a good thing. I believe that your life has now been planned out forever. I would never want to be a princess. You never get to really be incontrol of your own life.
“I hate him,” Princess Rosalie yelled in rage. Her parents had just informed her that she would be marrying Prince William. He was rich and handsome, but incredibly crass.
There once was a princess named Sophia. She was really unattractive. She was mean too. No one liked her, but they had to pretend to. It was pretty sad actually. She was only mean b/c her parents were. That’s life. At least she was rich.
“Pinta ona!”
She yelled again for the millionth time. She was obviously frustrated, but her frustrations were nothing compared to her parents.
Honestly, if it were a *word* … anything! … they would do it just to calm her down. Unfortunately, toddler-speak is rarely understood by the simple people.
Jillian and I were princesses running through the magical forests of her backyard. We searched for long lost relatives behind rocks and raided villages of goblins by the creek. At the end of the day, we’d be swept off our feet by invisible princes and flown home to neighboring castles on the clouds of our endless imagination.
She looked out the tower window. Taking off her tiny crown, she cast it to the moat below. It belongs with the scum and shit, she thought.
I wished I was a princess. until I found out fairy tales don’t come true.
vain, beauty, spoiled rotten, sometimes the name of dogs, occassionally members of the media, always female Disney characters. Perfection, outrage, jealousy, frustration, and perhaps illusion, false hopes, spoiled, broken dreams, lives, something no one can ever truly be, broken dreams, anger
She was a princess yesterday and today she is a toad. Well not a toad but maybe a servant. Her fall from grace was quick and brutal. She had been sleeping in her canopied bed and was rudely awakened. Jerked out from under her warm blankets,the guards marched her down to the her father’s receiving hall.
oh this one again… that’s not the most original hampster back bridge in the mill pond of sediment souls, pushed back and high on the waves of pink and cotton trops and tips. all hail all hail all hail.