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Pretty Stupid #writephoto

January 05, 2018

“… And so, the dashing and brave prince climbed up the wall. He fought off every foe gallantly.

The pretty princess was anxiously waiting at the top of the tower, afraid that if she opened the window to see, her worst dream would come true.

But the prince rushed to her, unscathed, freed her from the confines of the tower and took her back to the kingdom.

And they lived happily ever after. The End.”

“What? That’s it?” she asked.

“That’s the end of the story, sweetie. Didn’t you like it?”

“No I did not!” she said defiantly.

“I think that the princess was a BIG BORE! She showed no bravery at all!

The window was right there wasn’t it? She kept staring out of it all the time, watching the roses, counting her misfortunes, crying and feeling helpless.

Well, why didn’t she open the window or even break it and get out? Why did she wait for that stupid prince?”

“I hated this story! I don’t want to hear stories about pretty but stupid girls ever again!”

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Written for Thursday photo prompt – Window #writephoto by Sue Vincent.

(Photo Prompt : Featured Image)

Mysuru, Karnataka, India

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Divya

An avid reader, a sufficiently proficient writer and a mixed bag of myriad emotions.

31 thoughts on “Pretty Stupid #writephoto”

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  6. I come from an era where one got used to the heroine swooning in a corner, or at least wringing her hankie, while the hero did all the fighting. Even in those days I used to wonder why she didn’t lend a dainty hand by bonking one or two of the enemy with vases or something …

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  7. OK, I guess this was the ending the little girl was waiting for:

    The princess burst into the pub. All eyes moved to her. She pushed her way to the back. Just as she thought, the Handsome Prince was shivering behind Falstaff.

    “I waited too long for the likes of you to come to my tower. I think you’d better go find Sleeping Beauty, since she can’t rescue herself.”

    She spun and marched out of the pub.

    In the days that followed, she picked her own prince based on his compassion and intelligence instead of on his princess-rescuing abilities. They dated for a couple of years so she could tell if he was a really creep or not before she married him under her terms. She lived happily ever after.

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  8. LOVED this. Wonder Woman WAS MY HERO when I was twelve. She never had to be rescued like Dale by Roy Rogers or like Penny in Sky King. And Wonder Woman didn’t ride any stupid horse. She had an invisible airplane! Girl Power, Forever!

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      1. She’s still a power house no one in their right mind wants to anger, but has a terrific sense of humor. I know of no one in the world who has a bigger heart. 🙂

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  12. A few years ago, I re-read a comic book from the 1960s about Iron Man and his (or rather Tony Stark’s) secretary Pepper Potts being confronted by a monster called “the Freak” (Happy Hogan had been transformed into the creature after exposure to cobalt isotope radiation). The artist created a full page drawing of Pepper passing out. Today, she’d probably have whipped out an AK-47 from her handbag and have blown the monster (and Happy) away.

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