Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
Moving Finger - Issue 3 - Brunel University
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Tonight she would lose her virginity to the man she loved devoutly and who equally<br />
loved her so.<br />
Slowly Cinderella walked towards the bed. His firm lips were gently smiling at her; he<br />
would always love her and take care of her. The prince folded back the sheets as she<br />
climbed into the bed beside him.<br />
Shyly she leaned towards him, placing an uncertain hand on his broad, bare chest. She<br />
gasped as in a sudden movement he clasped her wrists with his strong, but gentle hands<br />
and pulled her arms around his neck so that her soft body was pressed flush against his.<br />
Their lips met in a tender kiss, which turned to one of passion. He dragged her into his<br />
lap.<br />
‘0w!’ gasped Cinderella as she tore her lips from his. ‘What was that?’ She flung back<br />
the covers to see his strong, manly toes squeezed as far as possible into her glass slippers.<br />
She looked up at him in shocked disbelief. He shrugged nonchalantly.<br />
‘I had to find the other one, didn't I? Just the thought of wearing both of them made<br />
me bloody horny.’<br />
Zenam Khan<br />
GINGER CINDERS<br />
Ginger Cinders was a hardworking, loyal sibling to her two ugly sisters, Scaryella and<br />
Poshwitch. She did everything for them: she fought with wild cats in the jungle to make<br />
Scaryella's latest leopard-skin leotard, and she slew evil witches to provide her other<br />
sister with her own little black numbers. Ginger Cinders was shy and timid. She just did<br />
not have the confidence to stand up to her sisters.<br />
‘I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want,’ screeched Scaryella, ‘I want you<br />
to count my millions while I'm larging it in Boyzone's love den.’<br />
‘O...okay, Scary One,’ Ginger Cinders replied nervously.<br />
Poshwitch let out an evil cackle and the two of them left on their broomsticks. Poor<br />
Cinders collapsed to the floor, sobbing her distressed heart out.<br />
‘I wish I could go to the Boyzone Ball,’ she cried out, ‘I want to get one glimpse of<br />
that lovely Ronan Keating. He's my ideal man, but...but now one of my sisters<br />
will...marry him.’ The poor soul cried and cried until she could cry no more.<br />
Suddenly, there was a spark of light and standing before Ginger Cinders was a fairy,<br />
dressed in an Adidas tracksuit and trainers, and sporting a set of wings.<br />
‘Who...are... y.you?’ Cinders managed to stammer as she hid behind the stack of<br />
money her sisters owned.<br />
‘I, me, child,’ replied the fairy in a high, Liverpudlian accent, ‘am your Sporty<br />
Godmother.’ And with that the fairy cartwheeled three times and kicked high into the air.<br />
‘Why are y'upset, me ginger whinger?’<br />
‘My...my sisters are so successful. They are part of the Spice Girls and. and I want to<br />
be one. They are at Boyzone's Ball and I love Ronan, but they wouldn't let me go. Please<br />
help me, Sporty Godmother.’<br />
‘Worry not, child. You shall go to the Ball. What you need is a party frock.’ Sporty<br />
Godmother clicked her fingers and as if by magic, Cinders was transformed into<br />
GINGER SPICE. Dressed in a Union Jack dress with six-inch high-heels, Ginger Spice<br />
clapped in glee. ‘Now, me love,’ continued the fairy, ‘y'need confidence to become a<br />
Spice Girl.’ She clicked her fingers once again. The transformation was straightway<br />
apparent. Ginger Spice shouted and confidently wiggled her bottom.<br />
‘I need a date for the Ball,’ she declared. ‘Get me the one and only George Michael.’<br />
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