No-Nonsense Writing Prompts

Bambi Chicque of BamPu Legacies

Last week I was at the Alif Institute and Old Tampa Bookstore, urging people to write as quickly as they could in 15 minutes to respond to three different writing prompts.

We retold the original version of Rapunzel, Italian, called Petrosinella, or parsley. Before Disney brushed up the story,  in which a mother was hungry for lettuce, rampion, for which the witch demanded a baby as the price.

Rewrite a scene from a fairytale from the villain’s point of view

A few of the participants shared the material they wrote.

Untitled by Claudia
It’s not fair. She disobeyed and I paid.
Under a hood, her curiosity brewed.
Don’t they know? Wolves are misunderstood.
In a pool of red, my body was laid,
a sacrificed lamb.

The Villain by Melissa Jennings
I watched as my rampions were stolen time after time,
Priding myself for my calm; sifting through potential payments owed.
I practiced negotiating, imagining myself a savior
Nurturing and youthful; I should mother the child.

Untitled by Becky Tombleson
I was created especially for this.
I am an ultimate envy.
My maiden’s fairest.
Strength begets weakness begets ultimate strength.
 There were two other activities we did.
Write about Your Name
This prompt was in response to the essay “I am Muhanna” in From Dunes to Dior in which I explore the many ways my own name has shaped my identity.

List 10 potential book, blog or song titles you would like to write
I used the description and naming of The Migrant Report for a little inspiration.

Try these three exercises and send me your samples.

"Are you a princess Mommy?" And Other Questions from a 3 Year old

English: Disney On Ice: Princess Wishes perfor...
Disney On Ice: Princess Wishes performing in Lima, Peru  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


The first time my son asked me if I was a princess, I was sitting on the stool in front of my dressing table, putting on makeup. Having grown up in the school of hard knocks, I didn’t hide anything from him.


“No,” I said. “I’m not.”


His wide eyes registered his surprise. Ever since the summer, when he graduated from the world of cuddly animals – think Happy Feet – into movies with people, life had become infinitely interesting.


We said nothing further about the subject of princesses.


A few days later, he asked me again. I was better prepared.


“Mommy are you a princess?”


“Yes,” I said. “In fact all women are princesses.”


He nodded as if this made perfect sense. Maybe because in the Disney universe, all the main characters are royalty (or marry into being royal).


When I found out I was having boys, at first I despaired. My world was very female centric and I wasn’t sure how to approach having the first male grandchildren. Now I see motherhood of little men for the opportunity it is: a chance to frame the world in a way that empowers them to treat women as equals, deserving of respect, regardless of the titles they may hold.






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