Cinderella jumped onto the four-poster bed. Her skirts flared out around her tiny waist. What a wedding it had been! Everyone had been there. She had showed them. It was a pity about her godmother - most unfortunate. The palatial bedroom was glorious, full of antique furniture and twinkling mirrors. The prince entered. He looked at Cinderella with a gentle smile.
'May I remove your glass slippers my love?' he asked.
'As you wish my prince,' she whispered.
He kneeled and lovingly slid her foot out. Gasping at the bloody, grotesque stumps where her toes had been, he fainted.
by Imogen Baguley (11)
Sir William Borlase's Grammar School, Marlow
Competition - Grim Tales
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