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
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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 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
Amateur audio drama - Part 3 - 4:10 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSB9H4fOikU
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