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?
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May 31, 2026 at 1:41 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?
Amateur audio drama - Part - 7 - 6:01 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFfzAGSk9AQ
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