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 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.
Amateur audio drama - Part 1 - 4:20 length.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge-4CN3NE3U
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