by Son of the Valley on June 8, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUbdzxikgZQ
Amateur audio drama - Part - 9 - 6:05 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFfzAGSk9AQ
Although Sleepy's chance circumstance may make it seem as if her advanced trace like state could precipitate a semblance of remembrance; she didn't.
No thought echoed in her mind for the first time in many nights.
She did not dream about her loss.
She did not dream about the fight.
She did not dream about love at all costs.
She just let the darkness swirl inside.
Charming- Please darling, I've waited 5 years. Another 5 minutes simply won't do.
Sleepy's eyes tried to pry themselves wide, but blood-flow supplied was internally denied.
She felt the welt dealt develop on the back of her head and in that moment, she felt content to be dead.
The Queen had snuck behind taking advantage of Sleepy's shock.
Too simple would it be it seems to pass through the door unlocked.
Luckily the blow as dazing as it seemed only left superficial wounds and soon she could see.
Most in that moment would break down and cry.
Her mind festering and turbid.
Never once did she wonder why.
She only asked if he ever did....
Sleepy- Did... Did you ever love me?
Queen- Of course he didn't, you ugly piglet. He wanted a real woman.
Charming and the queen's lips pressed for a passionate kiss before starting again.
Torturing Sleepy's soul far worse than the bullets that pierced her skin.
Magic Mirror starred eyes wincing and furrowed shining behind the traitorous duo in the glass atop the lofty bureau.
Mind racing pacing memories quite thorough.
She couldn't find the words to speak instead the words she'd borrow.
Sleepy- You can have the kingdom. I just want...
Queen- To win. And I... win. I won. I took the throne from your naïve father and now I'm giving it to a real man.
Charming- Yes m'am. Oh, let the guards know about our little visitor just in case she slips away again. Ooooh and Darling?
Queen- Yes?
Charming- Bring the wine.
Queen- You are delectable.
Charming- Indeed, my love.
The queen strolled out of the room closing the door shut giving privacy to the two.
As the fog lifted Sleepy's gaze sifted for a weapon fate gifted so she could slay her lover twisted.
Charming knew her simple plan, so he palmed his hilt inside of his hand.
Charming- I absolutely love... to hate that woman.
The second we are married I'm going to wrap my hands around her wrinkly decrepit neck and snap it like a *******
I see 10 steps ahead which is why you'll find this room is woefully empty.
Sleepy disgust and rage ignited.
Sleepy- Please tell me you're not this short sighted...
Do you think the people will celebrate a king who murdered his wife?
Charming- No, but they would celebrate a man avenging his lost love...
Charming spoke of his plan at hand although not grand would secure himself the land.
Suspiciously a package of great value will be delivered to the houses of prominence.
Evidence of the Queens involvement in Sleepy's demise as well as the Queens dreams of dominance.
Charming explained with a pained expression.
Charming- You awoke and came home to find the queen had married your love. You revealed the ugly truth about what happened.
The queen attacked you in a fit of rage...
fake crying and seeing you die by the Queens hand... your dedicated... loving... former suitor... Me... Would have no choice but to react with violence.
Especially after the Queen manages to finish the job and... you know... **** you.
Or so they'll think...
I grow tired of this oppressive state...
And the people will see how I have been betrayed. They will beg me, bended knee, "Be our king".
Inside herself Sleepy felt something worse more queer than the mere damage dealt as she struggled to stand.
Falling she knelt bended knee as if to beg to the mirror himself.
Sleepy- You seriously knew this whole time?
Mirror- Ahhh. Sorry kid. These are the breaks. But if it makes any difference I didn't tell you because... I just wanted to see the look on your face.
Charming smile beguiled by the mirror's cruel tactics all-the-while cackling over Sleepy's plan believing it lacking
Mirror- But... and there is a but. I also didn't tell the queen or charming about our plan.
Sleepy- Our?
Charming- You can't be serious. I am on the eve of becoming king. I have soldiers. I have assassins. I have a vast amount of wealth and power backing me.
You have a treacherous mirror feeding you lies and I'm supposed to be afraid?
It took you nearly a month just to get caught.
Sleepy- It didn't take me a month to plan this. This is not the plan.
There is no plan...
Suicide missions don't require a whole lot of planning.
I thought you were dead...
My "plan" was to come here for all of this.
I wanted it all pulled down one by one.
Sleepy stood tall ignoring her aches cracking a smile as Charming's hand began to quake.
Sleepy- I want to pull it down, brick by brick!
Charming stood aloof with a goofy look upon his face as Sleepy saved him some grace.
She took a step forward in his direction calmly speaking with a quiet expression.
Sleepy's hand stretched across the etched stone gloss that sat atop crisscrossed stone and chiseled designs she had missed more than she could confide.
Mirror- It's time...
The future King's ignorance was clearly presented by a icy cold stare and the two he resented.
Charming- Time for what? Your master plan?
Sleepy tilter her head toward the ceiling before a maddening sound sent the mercenaries reeling.
A feeling of total loss descended over the castle.
Even with this army, Charming was not ready for this battle.
Charming- I have everything! The Crown. The Kingdom. The Army!
What could a pathetic girl like you possibly do to stop me?
Sleepy- Me? Nothing?
But she sure as Hell can.
a dragon's roar
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on June 1, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 8 - 6:01 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFfzAGSk9AQ
Prince Charming- Please! Please. I beg you... if you let us leave now, we will run far away and never return. You can keep your kingdom. I just... I just want her.
Red Riding Hood- Well since you asked nicely. We'll finish you first, so you won't have to watch her bleed out.
Prince Charming- No please!. I'm begging you!
Red Riding Hood- No need to thank me. Just being my regular cute self.
gunshot
Sleepy- Oh my god...
Magic Mirror- Let me guess... Another nightmare?
sobbing
Sweat and breath under her sheets.
Bare undressed chills would creep up her sleek neck denying all relief.
As sat in the dark ironically, unable to sleep.
Five years she slumbered unaware her number was drawn under heavy sedation for nearly two thousand dawns.
She couldn't yawn without fear she'd slip back into a snooze and lose another half a decade worth of her youth.
To her sleeping wasn't only thing left corrupt.
She had fits of terror each time she woke up.
Anxiously wondering the date and time.
Leaving no rest for her crestfallen mind.
Heading out the door to nowhere in particular.
She needed air and hungered for dinner.
One final stop before her dream of revenge and vengeance at hand would come to an end.
She paced through the village looking for a brew to pillage.
Fully aware what place she had graced since the Queen's Castle walls surrounded the place.
Stumbling upon a local pub quite unique.
She breached the archways through the Crooked Creek.
Sleepy- Well that's one heck of a story about Red and Sleepy but I heard it went different.
Bard- Artistic license you see.
Sleepy- Well, until we meet again.
Bard- Evening, my lady.
Besides Sleepy's stool sat two drunken fools arguing together quite loud about a vehicle from the clouds.
Chudney- 'Arold. For the last time, just admit you sold it. Admit you sold it, gimmie 'alf the money like last time and we can be friends again. You've been telling me the same lie for 5 years. Last year it was a flood. One time it was locusts. Just admit you sold the pumpkin for ***** money.
Harold- I won't admit it. I ain't did it. Not this time.
Chudney- So you're telling me the prize pumpkin we've been working our arses off growing for the Queens Wedding ceremony was destroyed by a flying bus.
Harold- Falling bus. Buses can't fly.
Chudney- And they don't drive on sunshine either so how'd the hell it fall from the sky.
Harold- I don't know. I don't work for the bus company. I don't know their routes.
Chudney- And the bus wasn't destroyed.
Harold- Continued on to the next stop.
Chudney- Someone got out.
Harold- Waved goodbye.
Chudney- So instead of believing that you sold the pumpkin for drinking money, like you have every year for the past 5 years. You want me to believe that a magic school bus fell from the clouds and crushed it.
...A magic school bus.
Harold- We live in a world with talking animals, fairies, hideous giant monsters and magical plants and you don't believe in the magic school bus.
Chudney- Fair-play beer glasses clink
Sleepy- My deepest sympathies for your pumpkin...
She finished her grog
Putting toes to logs and headed out the front door.
Sleepy couldn't quite hide a smile that sneaked a whole mile wide
but inside she knew the time had come true to decide now or never to collect a debt she was due.
A whole month to plan and vet to work them like marionettes.
She'd waited long enough since seeking justice on the previous quartette.
Almost a month since she'd reawakened.
Forsaken no more.
Her steadiness unshaken.
Scaling brick and mortared walls.
Fingers gripped with their all for a fall would solve little and perhaps mark her death.
But it was the quickest most direct way to evade and prevent an escape from the queen whom sleepy hoped to condemn.
Upended Sleepy slotted her hands in the space allotted until spotting a fine line of soldiers trotting single file.
No time to falter.
She knew she stood no chance to a head on advance.
She'd have to play this quietly, so higher she climbed defiantly.
Slipping herself over the crest of smoothened window-frames and bejeweled headrests.
She spotted a closet and headed inside.
Her stomach had knotted with desires fiery cries.
The queen scurried in a dismissed her men before the mercenaries headed back out to continue patrolling again.
Back against the closet the Queen removed her corset slowly heading towards her chamber's bathroom entry.
Sleepy could wait no more.
Into the queen neck she would deposit her blade hastily and intently.
As soon as the lock clicked behind, she sprang with vicious ****** in mind.
Hoping to catch the queen unaware while powdering her nose or brushing her hair.
Bursting through the door before immediately being disarmed.
But not by an act of violence.
She was felled by an act of charm.
Sleepy- En'ri?
Prince Charming- Aurora...
The golden vase shattered as Sleepy splattered against the cold stone slabs once more as Charming knelt down over the battered tattered sleepy and whispered to his love nevermore.
Prince Charming- How long has it been?
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on June 1, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWZYfb9Ce-g&t=1s
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 7 - 4:34 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Jack sat bare in his wicker chair as his wild copper colored hair covered skin unaware.
All-the-while a familiar tune blared in the air.
Proud at his action taken.
Had he'd been mistaken and become complacent Sleepy would have sliced him to bits like bacon.
Still in his mind he couldn't find the peace he desired.
For he realized the design of revenge would not tire.
No body.
No ******
No evidence left.
But also, no way of confirming her death.
He wished to be patient, debonair and confident in her defeat
But all he can think is...
Jack- She'll **** me in my sleep.
Scared by a cracking switch alerting someone else was there
Jack spied eyes through the glass
With a fast blast of the chicken's *** he cracked the glass and approached with tact and fear
Jack- I saw that ******! I know you're out there!
Jack spotted sleepy standing alone in the woods
He fired a second shot to her chest but it appeared to be no good
Sleepy tactically dodged each egg without a single motion
Jack- Must be a spell or some kind of potion causing this commotion.
I swear there is no way you are walking away from this place!
Before firing more eggs indiscriminately every which way a new image of sleepy appeared on display.
Perplexed and confuzzled, Jack snarled and struggled to stumble out a mumble describing his troubles.
Jack- You're... You're a ghost. You're just a figment of my imagination. I'm losing my Got-dang mind....
Fear coiled in Jack awaiting reprisals or the specters denial, but nothing seemed to keep his shattered courage intact.
For what jack saw if he had exercised discretion was not sleepy at all.
It was just her reflection
Magic Mirror- Hi Jack.
The magic mirror appeared suddenly on the window facing his way
realizing his mistake Jack quickly turned away.
But it was too late as sleepy sealed his fate with a sword to the heart
standing inches from his face.
Magic Mirror- Bye Jack.
With a flick and a twist jack turned into a fountain with such volume an artist could speckle a mountain.
His unfolded flesh bloomed like a crescent.
Harsh such a lesson but he had to respect it.
Sleepy glared at the mirror expecting some dark irreverence.
Magic Mirror- We're gonna make a lot of money on that bird!
Sleepy- I'm going to keep ahold of him. I need to make sure he has a proper home with someone who will use that wealth to help others.
Magic Mirror- Or...Or... and this is a really good serious idea. We could deep-fry the little ****** and then we can eat him. Then nobody gets any money. That's fair too.
Sleepy headed out the door as the record skipped its song.
Magic Mirror- So if a Queen dies silently in her castle and no one knows. Is she really dead?
Sleepy- It won't be silent. I can guarantee that.
Unbeknownst to Sleepy the queen sat in her royal chambers, making wagers in her favor behind the political scenes.
Elderly and stressed her brow furrowed from repressed anger, jealousy and derangement, still quelling over Sleepy's engagement.
Queen- She cannot be discovered to be who she really is. As long as that pointless quest of hers keeps hers away from the governors chambers, I see no reason to make her stray the path.
Guard- My queen, she has already killed...
Queen- A bunch of useless overpaid mercenaries.
Do you know what the greatest thing about mercenaries are?
Guard- My queen?
Queen- If they die, you just hire more. I want this place swimming with them so when she does show up, and I know she will, we won't be unprepared.
Guard- Yes, my queen...
Queen- And as for you... your loyalty has been unquestioned.
You will be handsomely rewarded for your services.
After you are released from your... prison of course.
Only providing you bring her here, alone and as ignorant as the day she woke.
Now one more time, before I slumber.
Say it...
"Thou, Thou art the fairest in the land..."
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on May 18, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 6 - 5:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgCh44RYSs
Automatically the doors parted way, and she stepped onto the floor inside.
In Sleepy's mind she imagined something different.
She was perplexed by what she would find.
No rending bodies gorged upon. No trace of macabre pawns who failed the murderous marathon. Her hypothesis drawn but the conclusion forgone as she pondered how something was wrong. As Sleepy tapped her feet, clicking sounds of scuffling cleats, she crossed the chalky tiles that surrounded her as she waited by a counter.
Sleepy- Clears Throat Umm... Hello?
Giant- Hi I'm Todd welcome to white castle, what can I get you.
Sleepy- Is this is the mythical White Castle in the sky?
Giant- Mmmhmm.
Sleepy- And you're the infamous giant who slays all that come?
Giant- It's been so long I don't even recognize that guy anymore. When that little dude... what's his name?
Sleepy- You mean, Jack
Giant- Bingo! When Jack stole the golden goose, I was so furious. But then I thought to myself, I had it all that time all that wealth and what good did I do with it?
White Castle Manager- Todd. For the last time I told you, you were supposed to take your break, scheduled break, 10 minutes ago.
Do you know what happens when you don't take your scheduled break late, Todd?
Giant- Uhhh?
White Castle Manager- Lisa's break has to be pushed back. Then Julio's break needs to get pushed back. Then Brenda doesn't take her lunch until after the summer rush. Then do you know what happens Todd?
Giant- Uhhhhhhhhh?
White Castle Manager- Anarchy, Todd. Anarchy is what happens Todd. This is White Castle. We have a standard. We do not tolerate anarchy at White Castle!
Giant- Sorry Mr. Popinofolips It won't happen again.
He comes across like a real ball-breaker but he' actually a pretty good dude.
Sleepy- I literally have... all the questions
The giant stood back and sleepy heard what had occurred when the giant slept, and in jack crept to steal the valuable bird.
He recalled his fateful fall after Jack haste fully crawled back down the bean plant, to his house he ran, before the giant slipped on rainfall.
After his injury and his dealings with insurance, the giant was expecting a hefty reimbursement. Unfortunately for the Giant you see, he legitimately forgot to disclose an important fact to those who needed to know.
No golden egg taxes were included in his faxes to his humble human account nor added to taxable income.
Seems the Giant fell prey to a bigger Beast that day.
The nefarious I.R.S did what the Government does best when money owed is in play. After the loss, and the crash of his stocks the giant filed for bankruptcy. Licensing his white castle to the business White Castle and applied for work anxiously
Giant- Yeah, after federal tax and S.T.I.P.A. I barely make enough to cover the property tax but, I kinda like who I am right now and I'm afraid of who I would become if I had that wealth again.
No pity for me, seemed to be what he pleaded as if the comfort of less was exactly what he'd needed. Sleepy saw in his face a sense of peace that had replaced a pacing desire for power and greed, he had found some grace in defeat. For a moment sleepy felt jealous, maybe her overzealous desire to set fire and leave breathless those who had left her restless...
Perhaps better asleep was she.
Sleepy- So, how do I get down from here?
Giant- Employee shuttle. One way up... one way down.
Sleepy- Where do the customers even come from?
Giant- Oh. We only ever get one.
The giant stretched his finger, pointing towards the terrace, there sat the handsome, Neil Patrick Harris...
The time passed and the employees closed shop, Sleepy stood in front of the structure at the twice daily bus-stop.
Sleepy- So, do you live in the restaurant?
Giant- No. I live in the back and my manager, Todd, and the other workers actually sublet the rooms, so I just sleep on my rug. It's all I got left but you know...I love my rug.
Sleepy- So... who the hell is the bus for?
Giant- Who else? Him...
Neil Patrick Harris, the fairest and rarest of effervescences ignored the duos presence. As if called by the sky he tipped toed a line and headed deep in the clouds, where mysteries would be found.
Giant- Mr. Patrick Harris! Where are you going?
NPH- Wherever God takes me...
Giant- Alrighty then. Well.... It's nice meeting you ******. Uhhhh.... Farwell and good luck.
Sleepy stepped on the vehicle waiting for the wheels to start turning and get back to the burning revenge and vengeance so alluring
Bus Driver- Hi, I'm Matt!
Please keep your hands to yourself, keep them in the vehicle at all times and no flash photography!
Sleepy sat sheepishly retracing the encounter with the oddly friendly giant behind the vinyl covered counter.
Sleepy- How do you follow a bus route on an invisible road?
Bus Driver- I know what you are thinking. Weird. Bus in the sky but I assure you, with the spells we put on this Mama, nothing short of a Balrog could hurt us. Yup. This is actually an old convert we repurposed from what used to be at a local High School, Sky-High. Great school but it's hard to drop out of. Yeah, this is a simple route. A Peaceful route. No traffic. No pedestrians. No surprises.
As the bus turned, an unnerved Neil Patrick Harris, clearly the fairest walked in the path of the bus unperturbed. The bus ran amok and swerved finding no ounce of luck as it reached the roads edge and took flight like a duck.
Bus Driver- Next Stop....
Screams
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on May 18, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 5 - 5:29 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbOT11haiNw
Alone in the forever woods made of stone and heavier goods, a clever dome home brightly lit brilliantly shown.
Residence of a former scruff, witty, nimble, with not enough food on his plate so to compensate he had an overwhelming desire for stuff.
At first understood and even admired until greed took hold becoming Jack's stronger desire.
After struggling through the loss of his mother he decided no longer would he feel want like another.
Inside the shack lay a rather fat goose, overfed with loose tack so he could produce golden eggs by the pack but if it refused Jack would rack its neck with a noose.
Each golden gift the roosting goose left slit a rift between Jack and his royal loyal pet.
At first gentle was the boy with his pleas, bended knee begging, he would bow to the swan, but the relationship crippled as time rippled on.
Gathering wealth to hoard for himself he entrapped the quacking rat with no slack to a shelf.
Now with surging prods, the goose itself struggles on, finding no more wishing for Jack to change his ways...
Just wishing for a single moment outside of its cage.
Jack- Well now I think, I reckon it's about time for you to give me the good stuff, Darlin'. Papa needs an advance on that paycheck. Don't make me use something worse! And quit sounding like a chicken! You're a goose, I hate that!
Jack shoved the cattle **** toward the fouls jaw it rattled and cawed
Pure agony for the battered bird.
treated like refuse kneaded in abuse is how it lived to serve its absurd recluse. Not quite the life deserved.
Steps ever slick creeped outside quick and nimble tips gripped a ledge while eyes pried. Each night Goosey the goose would pray to get loose but by instinct he cawed when a spying Sleepy he saw.
Jack grabbed the bird like an A.K, a pair of wings and a pair of feet in each hand, quite the display, staring eye to eye with the goose while the goose's ******* faced the opposite way. Sleepy burst through the archway. Jack cocked the bird. Head and stomach compressed expelling, taking a golden egg to her chest. It felt like her lungs had went into arrest as her breast and the rest throbbed thoughtlessly through her vest.
Jack- Well.. well... well...****** I have been waiting for you ever since I heard you escaped the castle. Pretty little thing like you took one whole week to get to me. I'm disappointed. I figured I'd be higher on your list.
Sleepy coughed ruby red gripping the cloak over her bruised bones as the mirror glared and stared from a window all alone. Jack grabbed sleepy by the hair dragged her down the stairs to the outside and then slammed her down on the ground with his might. He reached in his pocket pulling out something green and began littering the area with magical beans
Jack- Now watch this...
Jack stood back and spat before her feet when sleepy found herself at the peak of a 20-foot tree.
Jack- Ain't that a sight... These things are **** right magical. Thanks to that goose inside, I can afford a never-ending supply.
She eyed the wide 3-gallon bucket of water overflowing.
Jack- I think you know where this is going. Oh, by the way. Say hi to the Giant up there. You know, before he rips you to shreds.
Splashing around as roots crashed through the ground propelling the mound of leafy mass high in the sky. Sleepy found a vine held on for dear life as the stalk swayed side to side and began to petrify. It bent and slammed against an invisible brace quite loud. A puffy mascaraed designed to shroud the location of something both terrifying and beautiful. Sleepy dared to take a step not knowing where the footings be next, she stood in front of the castle silent preparing to battle the hair-raising giant. Pearlescent luminescence the ivory tower stood proud camouflaged within the mounds of fluffy clouds
Tales from past retold of creatures falling cold to the unforgiving ground soundly crushed by rage uncontrolled. Tossed down from the blue yonder, leaving a reminder of somber times ended, lost lives rend back, turning into the dust of old. Many armies lay siege to the sky domain, yet it's single king remained one and the same. Despite the trebuchets that tossed flaming death towards the sun, never came the day of the Giant's reign undone.
A creature beyond compare, dangerously skillful and violent. For the first time in many years, Sleepy's hand shook no matter how hard she tried to hide it. With her last ounce of courage and also her sanity she rushed the broad gates preparing for a costly calamity. The stress was nothing new.
That fear and uncertainty she knew too well.
What's left to do but to progress through, when your surrounding view is already hell?
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part - 4 - 4:41 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaTzcP67Hjk
Sleepy crept carefully evading the scattered shards peeping her head around the corner, checking for lookouts or guards.
Down the stairs with haste and stealth as deftly as the seas move shells, she stopped abrupt in shock and awe...
Sleepy- No way they are this stupid!
...but indeed, a Dragon was what she saw.
Toes could not have tipped with a lesser click as her slick retreat and crafty feet worked like sweet arithmetic.
Mirror- HEY, SLEEPY!
Back behind a stone broken pillar, her stomach curdling for next she'd be dinner.
Mirror- I'm just messing with you. This dragon sleeps and sleeps. It's so depressed and so... boring.
A glittering light manifested in bright luminescent refracted, leaving sleepy distracted.
Mirror- Pull this pin. Then run...
The pin slid and the shackle unclipped.
Mirror- Running time...
Propelled by functioning quads and sheer terror she jettisoned out the immediate area. Round the corner, down the hall, past the three bears who were perplexed by what they saw. The three bears poked their head to spy a peek before smoke and fire charred each evenly. The dragon's patience never slackened nor became complacent while the hallways blackened, continuing to chase the original game becoming maddened with each failed flame.
Sleepy hit a dead-end smacking at the brittle bricks when she turned around and found the dragon was closer than comfort would permit.
With no other options left in her mind, she did the polite thing
and apologized.
Sleepy- But I'm the one that set you free...Uhm... Plea... please don't eat me!
The dragon scoffed and huffed lifting itself up into the air taking flight crashing through the skylights and flying deep into the night.
Sleepy was relived but realized there wasn't time since she would have find Goldie and squeeze the life out of her.
Justice demand payment for their crimes
Sleepy- Ok, where the hell am I n...
Choking sounds
Goldie's wrapped her luscious locks around Sleepy's throat and began to gloat.
Goldie- I've been waiting a long time, you know.
Who knew hair was so efficient at stopping air from entering one's lungs and sapping strength from the knees. Sleepy fought and crawled and dragged and clawed and managed to get Goldie off her feet. As Goldie rose, she froze a sad pose as she saw what was laid bare of her three protective bears.
Goldie- I'm done playing babysitter! You're going to die!
With a quick maneuver once again, Goldie laced her strands of hair around Sleepy's neck and hand.
Mirror- You know if you keep chewing on your hair, you're going to get a fur ball.
The mirrors sarcasm was not appreciated but the mirrors stare at the table was fixated. Sleepy turned and spotted three bowls grabbing one but finding it cold. The second luke-warm, no menacing harm but the third piping hot was the just right one all along. Burning a layer of skin on over half of her palm Sleepy removed Goldie's grin and her chin with the liquid ******
Screams of agony
Even as Goldie screamed a tear never fell from her eye for the liquid sealed ducts shut and she could no longer cry. Spastically she thrashed and crashed along the shelves before unwittingly heading for a window.
Mirror unlocked the 7th tier glass encasement and Goldie soared through splattering on a garden embankment.
Screams fade out before stopping completely after a large thud
Sleepy- Wh... Why did you do that?
Mirror- I told you, dear girl. I have what you want and if you play along, you just might have it all.
Sleepy unlocked a door adjacent and headed out through the castle's basement, passing a case in her haste, removing a blade for just in case.
Unaware her entertainment for the mirror, through his pleasure sadistically queer, had a deeper story than vengeance for her tragic fallen engagement.
Mirror- So, evil stepmother. Husband and other relatives brutally murdered on your wedding day. Coma for 5 years...
Sleepy- What?!
Sleepy stopped in tracks taken aback by that final fact.
Sleepy- I've been asleep for five years? Five... years...
...Son of a *****!
End of part - 4
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 12:51 AM UTC
by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part 3 - 4:10 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSB9H4fOikU
The cold stone slab sat flat in middle of the drab rat-infested deathtrap.
Lay atop beauty everlasting, grasping for the next breath rasping restrained by drastic wraps of plastic.
Distant, from the edge of a dream, sleepy seemed to hear a conversation between one voice beaming with esteem and another muffled voice boasting of their successful scheme.
Sleepy- "I'm not awake..."
Unconsciously aware her subconscious needing repair as she herself found her mind bouncing through memories past, highlights of her despair.
Queen- I'm not happy about this marriage, I'm ecstatic.
Sleepy- This day means the world to me.
Charming- I promise to always be true.
Sleepy- You know for a knight, you're a real prince charming.
Charming- My place is at your side, forever.
Queen- You two were made for each other. Are you sure he makes you happy?
Sleepy- Yes, stepmother.
Queen- I beg your pardon?
Sleepy- Yes... my queen.
Red- Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?
Voice- Wake up!
Sleepy sprung back to life sliding her body to the side struggling for breath while trying to cry.
Heartbeat in her ears joined by a glorious ring supplementing sounds of the outside world.
The tone enveloping.
Ripping through the passive restraints before a rush of blood and she began to faint.
Sleepy flipped her body over frightened she gripped her knees tighter, curled her body and pulled her legs closer.
Her shivering teeth were chattering and cracked, to little bodyfat for heat so no muscles would relax.
Sleepy- Who said that? Where am I?
Dragging a lifeless body slowly over cracks and stacks of cockroach carcasses, as darkness intact revealed only grey scale rock and a door without a latch.
Voice- Nothing to fear, nothing to fear. Just your most mystical mate the magical mirror. Hushed whisper Ahhhhhhh! Yeah, I'm awesome. Ahhhhhhhh, that's the crowd cheering for me, Ahhhhhh. Here, this should help.
Rising tall standing on her feet her body snapped contorting causing anguish and grief. Falling to her knees no struggle to breathe, she may have been happy had anger not seeped from her core, every pore. Forced her into a sleep, now her eyes finally open, once more she could see.
Mirror- Feeling better?
sleepy- I remember.... everything...
Mirror- Good... Now, I have something you want.
Sleepy- What could you possibly offer me, except their lives...
The magic mirror winced his cheek unique as his eyes brightened wide baring down his widow's peak.
Sleepy- How could a mirror know?
Mirror- Magic... Mirror.
Indeed, the truth, a mirrored private eye, unconventional sleuth, any surface reflective can be home to said detective, from a coin kept collected to the shiniest silver tooth.
Mirror- You want to know something really funny. You remember Goldilocks, don't you?
Sleepy could barely contain the rage flowing through her veins.
Mirror- Of course you know Goldilocks. If I'm not mistaken... tut tut tut, she shot you and your entire family, with...
hmmm, there was three bears, a girl named Red, Jack, I remember Jack was there.
Hands grasped the framed glass tearing straps and cracking clasps.
Mirror- Oh, and the queen was watching. Goldie, that yellow haired little backstabber and her three fat furry friends who shot your dearly beloved. There just below us in the kitchen. Well, the bears are, she's on her way. If you run fast enough, you just might catch them. Or maybe they'll **** all your loved ones again. Oh wait. Too late!
Glass shatters
Sleepy smashed the frame furiously causing damage quite severe
So much for the mouthy magic mirror.
Mirror- Oh no. I'm still here.
The mirrors face scattered across each piece of glass in Sleepy's personal space.
Mirror- And I'll be watching you. Give us a good show.
End of Part - 3
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:47 PM UTC
by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part 2 - 5:47 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfZIpOam-9Y
Red- Stupid lock... Always sticks.
The door opens, hitting a bell, making a distinct chime
A second chime is heard as the door opens again
Red- Sorry. I'm just in the back. We're not open for another 30 minutes. you can wait if you want but the ovens aren't even war.....
Sleepy locked eyes with an enemy she despised.
Red accurately knocked a tray of half-filled parfait off the counter into the way of the furious Sleepy as Red ran.
A quick flick of Sleepy's wrist a rip turned the cloak a whip and gripped Red's lower ankle at a sharp angle causing her legs to entangle and trip sending her careening towards a table.
A body crashes through a large table
Red- Listen we can't do this here.
Sleepy did not heed Red's sudden plea as a Pi-Chagi to the knee and a soccer kick to the spleen sent Red crashing away through a ***** bagel display.
Shattering glass
Red- Enough!
Red shouted with a sick grin as she grabbed a pair of rolling pins and began spiraling both between her hand, swiftly swinging nearer to Sleepy's glance.
Expert precision as sleepy reached for her blade from the sheath hidden, where the sword laid. But never fully revealing the blade, as Red attempted to evade Sleepys gaze.
Sliding the casing down never more than an inch Red's frustration grew and grew.
Red- You were never this good! But it doesn't matter because I'm better!
As the two entangled, strangled in the drama of the moment.
Red-I hate you!
Sleepy- I hate you too! I hate you times a thousand!
Red-I hate you times a million. I hate you times a million infinity
Sleepy-Anything times infinity is infinity...
Red- Nuh uh!
Sleepy- Yeah!
Red- Oh yeah!
Grandma stepped off the bus, and no one noticed it.
Grandma- What happened here?!
Quickly they hid their weapons from sight and stood nonchalantly, smiling polite.
Grandma- My baked goods! The displays are destroyed! For the love of God no one watered my azalais!
Red- You know what nana. You remember that huntsman? The one with the axe? He came here hungry this morning and when I told him we weren't open... he started actin' like a big fool. He threw a tantrum and left.
Grandma- Well we should call the sheriff!
Red- I already did. Go on in the back and get some tea. Try and relax while I clean this mess up.
The pair stood awkwardly in a stare of doom as Grandma slowly worked her way out of the room.
Silent... standing... unsure what to do.
Red- Do you want a cup of coffee?
Sleepy stared.
Red- I'm not going to poison it. It's just decaf
Sleepy- Sure.
Red- Still take it black, like you used to.
Sleepy- Don't act all familiar! We've got unfinished business and you know it.
Red- Listen, I know we did you ***** And I sure as heck know this fight ain't over. But as long as that little old lady is in that room. You'll have no trouble from me.
Sleepy nods and sits down.
Red- I'll ask you again, how do you like your COFFEE!
Glass shatters
As the coffee *** shatters besides Sleepy's head, Red slipped the Glock from inside a loaf of bread.
Stopped dead in her tracks by several clicks, and a few more clacks, of cleavened glass and cups sliding off their rack.
The silent blade slipped through the counter, looking for Red.
Oh and it found her.
Red dropped to the floor with a whine while sleepy wiped the blade clean on the loaf Red supplied.
Someone in the corner? Perhaps danger?!
Grandma- What have you done to my beautiful Granddaughter.
Sleepy- I know you may not want to hear it. But that brat deserved it. One day you might want to come find me to finish this. On that day I'll be waiting.
Grandma- I swear, day and night I will train my body to become the ultimate killing machine to exact horrific and painful vengeance upon you when you least expect it. Lay awake. Be afraid to blink. For my wrath will be swift and hhhuuummh...
Before Grannies revenge would even begin to start, the excitement was too much for her little old heart.
Sleepy eyed the establishment and sparked a near candle.
Vengeance on the mind of the vivacious, vicious vandal.
A spark ignited grease as the yeast burst into flames.
Sleepy darted under the doors arch and continued on her way.
Never turning back to gaze at the inferno blaze, a far greater fire burned in her heart. Her mission not finished that day.
Although a smile crept from beneath the depth's where it had once been hidden for quite some time and a tear, quite queer, ran down her cheek as a memory flashed in her mind.
Wedding bells ring and an excited audience murmur
Archduke- Prince Charming. Do you take (redacted) to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Prince Charming- I do.
Arch Duke- And do you (redacted), take Prince Charming as your lawfully wedded husband?
Sleepy- I....
Red- Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?
Multiple guns are loaded and fired into the crowd as they scream in terror
End of part - 2
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
by Son of the Valley on April 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved.
Ever wonder what it would be like if Sleeping Beauty was a **** Bill Revenge fantasy featuring characters from childhood fairytales? No?
Well, here it is!
Amateur audio drama - Part 1 - 4:20 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge-4CN3NE3U
The doors to the Crooked Creek Hay Bale Pub swung open with force and in walked a lovely dove of a lass carrying a sheathed sword in one hand.
The other motioned for a glass.
Maiden- What kind of fairy tale animal does a girl have to kiss to get a drink around here?
Stranger- May I introduce myself; I am Rumpelstiltskin and this 'ere is Rumpelfor...
The maiden slaps him in the face
Maiden- It's a joke, Creep. Not enough ***** not enough darkness."
She sat at the bar and scoured the crowd, hoping to find the right person but for now she'd settle for the right beverage, she thought.
The bard busied by blaring bellows of fellow fairy tale mellows, wallows lost of another path, until he stared at the beauty,
mustering the will to ask.
Maiden- Wh... Why are you doing that? Stop. Stop doing that...
Bard- hmm? Me?
Maiden- Stop narrating what you're doing and what I am doing.
Bard- Sorry, I'm a bard. We play merry and entertain, you see.
Maiden- Are you any Good? After the night I've had, I could use a few songs to distract me.
Bard- Why I'm worth my weight in gold, my good lady. Gentlemen! Gentlemen, over here. We have a customer!
For one gold piece I'll share my hair-raising tale of a girl so fair who wanted nothing overly rare, just some one-on-one time with a special person in her life, her only friend, instead she was caught, found herself in the ties that bound her revenge.
Maiden- Yeah, I think I've heard something similar but show me what you've got little man.
Bard- A story like no other you'll concede to me. Hear the dashing revenge of Sleeping Beauty.
Scarlet gown floated swift flowing, wisped, with each new skip.
Whistling herself a dandy tune while the morning sun fought the waning moon. Strolling and skipping, dense brush hid the danger. But she was always taught to never engage with a stranger.
Stranger- Little girl. I need help looking for my dog made of Candy.
Red- What your dog's name?
Stranger- Uhhhhhh? His name is I'm safe. Just hold my hand and we'll walk around yelling out. I'm safe! I'm safe!. You first!
A loud crunching noise
Sturdily her cane came up very quick and caught him dead center of his now blue biscuit.
Red- Listen creep. I got no time for your perverted ways. If I see you in my path in the future, I'll break more than your...
Stranger- I get it! Threat well received. I'm a creep indeed.
The pervert strolled across the plain throbbing with pulsating pain.
Less than a threat, was a promise for sure for none understood the girl under the hood was no regular girl strolling alone in the woods.
The twist and twirls of her blonde curls held inside a mind of devious design.
Little red riding up to no good with desires to burn and bury world.
Continuing along she kept whistling her song while skipping to and fro.
Unaware she had dropped a couple of items from her pack, during her attack against the ****
A cookie and note had drifted down from red's coat and lightly fell to the ground.
Fingers curled round with focused intention, delighted for what they had found.
Unknown to Red, burned a fury far greater.
The kind that stirs into a purr or a growl, beyond normal nature.
Violent fantastical dreams only violence seems to cure.
Someone was watching red stroll through the woods.
With eyes both fierce and demure...
Voice- "See you soon, Red."
End of Part 1.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
by Son of the Valley on March 7, 2022. © Frederika Bimal, All rights reserved
https://youtu.be/G8TFs73KrvE
Amateur Audio drama (10 minutes 37 seconds)
Icicles crawl from the fangs and jaw while the maw of the wolf shook vigorously
Chaotically fraught with woe hunger brought which he thought to alleviate immediately
Peeking through the storm through forming of the wind and the hail and the snow shun a single flickering light
inviting new opportunity
A chance to transform his current situation with a desperate plea
hearing a bellow from inside the yellow hay home semispherical dome alluding that in fact, someone was home.
Wolf- "I'll simply ask if I can enter to bask in warmth and perhaps have some..."
Grey eyes spied inside a window occupied by a delectable, delicious looking swine with a purple and pink supple hide.
Wolf- "...pork rind's."
Entranced at the chance claws creeped an advance a slight prance as he began to romance a devious plan
for a wolf will inevitably be, convincingly, a vicious, violent and manipulative beast.
Knocking
Voice outside- "Hello. Hello. Good sir. There's been a terrible carriage accident down the hill. Sir, please let me in. My friend is very hurt so. I need your help. Whoever you are."
The pig was startled and leaped in behind his woven straw couch held together with twine
Paul the pig- "Are you sure you need my help? I mean I hope they'll be fine.
It's just who drives their carriage at this time of night in this type of weather this far from the woods. Surely they certainly were up to no good."
Wolf- "Please, Mr. Pig, I need your help. It's a matter of life or death."
Slowly hooves clopped across brass bladed floors, and three keratin toes shook, reaching for the door.
Paul the pig- "One question before I let you in my place. How did you know I was a pig without seeing my face?"
growls
The strewn door parted way by way of the wolf's weight as the straw trough dropped atop those caught in its wake.
Wolf attacking pig
The wolf wretched back with violent delight and thought to himself...
Wolf- "Oh I could go for another bite."
When he spotted a leather-bound brown book on the ground labelled "property of Paul the pig".
Wolf- "An address book. Hmmm. Only two other names in it. This guy was Mr. Popularity. Number 1, George Baconer, Twig house down the road."
Staring intensively while his nail searched for meat caught between the now ****** mouth as he ****** on his teeth.
Wolf- "and number 2. John the big, mouthed bragger. Hmmm, tell me how you really feel. Mansion. Closest to town.
Well, looks like my night just got a lot more interesting."
John the pig- "We should have checked on Paul. He's all alone in that cabin so far in the woods. How is he going to let someone know if something happens? I swear a swift breeze could fell that switch. At least you have a phone."
George the pig- "I have the switch house. And trust me it ain't going nowhere. Paul loves living alone. He loves the hills. Not all of us want to live in a big brick mansion. Not all of us forget where we came from."
John the pig- "I remember exactly where I came from. It's why I have this brick house. You could have one too if you weren't so lazy."
George the pig- "I'm not lazy john. I just have carpal tunnel. And fibromyalgia, and social anxiety disorder. and I'm allergic to my own sweat... Plus rectangles make me sad."
John the pig- "Well I called to see if you can go down to check on Paul."
George the pig- "Why don't you do it yourself John or are YOU to lazy?"
Slams phone down
knocking
Voice outside- "Publishers clearing house! We've got a giant check here for your neighbor Mr. and Mrs. Hermanshnebfch.
They don't seem to be home, so we figured why not give the money to you. 15 million's nothing to sneeze at, huh?"
George the pig- "For me!"
The pig leapt with glee and reached for the door for there was no better offer that an offer could be than a stack from the ceiling to floor of free money, of this, he was sure
But... he thought... There's isn't a house in the front or the side or adjacent or across or even behind
George the Pig- "I have no neighbor. What lunacy do you spread? I live alone since my parents are dead and my brothers don't sleep with me in their bed."
Then a single thought began parading in his head before his back bacon heart began filling with dread
Wolf- "Alone, you say?"
Door breaking down
Back George was thrown by the destruction of his home as clung to wooden cover gripping the phone to call his brother
Ring Ring
John the pig- "Hello? Hello? Hello!"
Squealing and growling in background
John the pig- "George. Oh, no! George is that you."
Growling quiets
Wolf- "Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf, big bad wolf..."
Dial tone
Immediately John knew his brother's life was through as it was sadly true this was not the first, they saw of a wolfs malicious maniacal mauling maw
Further past than john would like to admit, back to the age when he was a kid, his father, sad to say, was more like his brothers, failing to provide for him and the others
A cardboard house was the shelter provided but there was much love to fill the spaces inside it
Until on bright scarlet moon when they'd failed to heed the howl of the wolf, what a folly indeed
The attack had come to a jerky close the triplets hid themselves under ***** clothes and all eyed the wolf who was fairly close as he sniffed at the pile while each held their breath for more than a while
not a sniffle had crept from their nose
Now in the present another wolf had returned and John learned from his father's mistake, this time the wolf had a lesson to learn
Barricading windows and doors with furniture, statues and 2x4
he reinforced the entrances and exits of course before taking up residence on his dining room floor
Doused the fireplace with oil and kerosene awaiting his revenge on the foul fierce fiend
Hours passed which felt like days as the piglets frightened mind began to run out of tricks to play
Certain he was the moment was here, nothing left to feel after swallowing his fear
knocking
Voice outside- "John. I said John! This here, John, This here's a Constable Leghorn from town. Now we got reports, I said we got reports of a wolf in the area. I hope you don't mind we came by to do a wellness check, well just a wellness check to make sure everything's ok.
Oh, good lord, Good Lord John, I see the wolf in the distance. He's getting close boy. Let me in boy! Let me in!"
John suspiciously eyed the window outside the blocked frosted glass obscuring his sight
John the pig- "Well sir why not just fly a little high in the sky to land grand atop my mansion with a plop. Surely with two of those big burly wings you could simply just soar up on top of the thing. My chimney is the only opening I've not blocked. So, if you can't get up there. You're a rat out of luck."
Voice Outside- "Ooh, why yes John. I say yes, I'll glide right on up!"
John the pig- "That'll be a first since chickens can't fly and neither can wolves. Or so I read."
Wolf- "You are no fool. No, we cannot. But we surely can climb, indeed."
Scraping siding the wolf began climbing higher he pried
as John swelled with pride
The wolf tiptoed over to the chimney and leapt down hurriedly in a jiffy
Near reaching the bottom he extended his limbs attempting to stop
for smell caught his attention, his sense obscured by an increase in tension
John the pig- "Oh by the way I have an answer to your question."
The wolf snarls and quivers, stomach curling with indigestion
Striking match
A match well scrapped as fire lined the face of the ebony stone brick encased kerosene filled fireplace
John the pig- Now, who's afraid of the big bag wolf? No one."
A pillar of fire shot out into the night as a howl dissipated to the piglets delight when a plume of grey ash from the wolf drifted alone
disappearing in the wood and the hail and the snow.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC