I lost my favoritest thing. A sparkly, beautiful thing. I can't go outside my room without it. I'm a mess. I've looked in my closet, my dresser and under my bed. It's gone. Probably stolen or put in time out.
Thats it! Mom must have taken it and hidden it from me.
"Crowns are only for Princesses who take care of them properly," she said only yesterday when she found my gold crown outside next to my tea party.
I pace my room. This is a disaster. How am I to prove I can take care of my crown and do what what I am told, when I don’t have a crown at all.
Worse of the worst, a Princess cannot be seen without her crown! “I’m stuck in my room!”
I grab my stuffed elephant and hug him tight, but my eye is level with his stuffed fabric crown. It’s all gold and shiny and perfect.
“AH! I know just the thing!” I jump and swing my elephant around the room. “If my crown is in timeout, then I will make one instead!”
With paper, tape, glue and gems from an old neckless I craft the cutesiest crown around and then pin it to my head. “I will prove I deserve a crown with this,” I shout as I stroll confidently out of my room.
I did not notice the wet glue slowly mixing in with my hair.
By Cassie M Shiels
Where I share my Microfiction. aka Really really short stories
I just wanted a way to practice and share my writing in a super fun but short way. Yes they will often become narrative poetry but that is. only because I like rhythm and rhyme.