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After Ever After: Part Three

Hello again everyone! I hope you had a relaxing weekend and that your Monday treated you well! Today on my blog I am introducing you to my third modern fairytale character: Rorie Naps, A.K.A Aurora (Sleeping Beauty!) I loved, loved, LOVED writing this ‘pilot’ chapter. It was so much fun delving into theses characters, and to put a honest and modern interpretation on classic characters, so enjoy!



After Ever After: Part Three

Rorie was feeling a little conflicted. She sat at the kitchen table in her pajamas, a bowl of half-eaten Fruit Loops in front of her that were well on their way into turning to mush, thinking about the guy that was currently laying in her bedroom.
She tried to think of his name. Was it a normal-ish name, or something more exotic? Was he a Ben, or a Rodriguez? She remembered his bulging arms, (a bulging something else too), but she could barely remember his eyes or face. It was like he was a mashed up blur, the exact consistency of what her breakfast was becoming. This usually happened though, whenever she’d sleep with someone.
Rorie remembered back to just over a week ago, when she had transferred into Melbourne. It felt like a lifetime ago. She came out of big machine and plummeted to the ground. The last thing she remembered from her old life was being awoken by her prince (his name, too, she had since forgotten) from the kiss of true love. Rorie scoffed at the thought; as if that existed here. The next thing she knew she had three sets of eyes staring up at her: Godmother’s, Cindy’s and Matt’s.
In one distinct life-changing moment she was in a different world entirely, was given a new life, a new identity and a new body with feelings and urges that she had never had before.
It was called a vagina, she found out very early on. It lived in-between her legs and, while it functioned as a waste exit in one part, if handled appropriately, it could provide her with the most pleasurable feeling that could ever be experienced.
Rorie had never had a vagina, but then again there were many things that she had never had in the Kingdom where she had come from. These new and unexplored additions to her life excited her. They gave her a sense of fulfillment, a sense of purpose.
She forfeited her breakfast, dropping the silver spoon into the bowl. She was giving up on the Fruit Loops just like she had given up remembering the guy’s name.
She could hear his snores from here – loud and disruptive. Rorie sighed. She wished that he would dissolve into a cloud of smoke like magic. They had met last night at the bar she worked at, Kingdom Come, and after her shift and a few drinks later, Rorie brought the guy and a random woman home with her. Huge mistake. Not only was the woman awful at managing two people in the bedroom, but she was untalented with her fingers and her tongue. The same could be said for the guy, who had promptly gone to sleep the moment he arrived without having the decency to reciprocate the favour for Rorie. Some charming prince he was.
She checked her phone, and with a swipe and a few taps, she saw that she had a message waiting for her from Godmother.

How exciting! Her eyes settled on the name she used on her phone for Godmother. She was like the Fairy Godmother that no one wanted and was the very essence of everything that could go wrong in this world. But Rorie liked Godmother, and she (unlike maybe Cindy or Matt) did enjoy the fact that she was placed here in Melbourne.
Her old life was boring to say the least. An uneventful recycled re-telling of the same events with the same people, with the same outcome. Here, everything was unscripted. New characters weren’t foreshadows, villains could turn out to be the heroes, at times they could even be sexual partners. Rorie was happy with spontaneity, but cursed it when it gave her an awkward situation like this.
“Alright,” she said quietly to herself, the chair creaking against the floor as she stood up.
She made her way to the door of her bedroom, opened it, and looked at the nameless guy that lay in her bed. He was awake now and had his eyes set longingly on her as he stroked his bare chest with a knuckle.
“Hey,” he said in a hoarse voice that she imagined would be fitting for a soap opera or a fragrance commercial. “Come back to bed. I’m not done with you.”
“Well, I kinda am,” Rorie said, her voice measured and polite. “I’ve really gotta do some things around here. We’ll meet up later?”
“Later?” he sat up, his face screwed up in confusion. “Why not now?”
Rorie huffed, bent down and picked up the doona covering his body. She then threw the pile of his clothes that were on the floor at the end of the bed at his chest. “Get dressed. You need to leave now.”
“But maybe we could go for brunch? Coffee?” He pulled a worn out white tee over his naked chest.
“I don’t do brunch, I don’t do coffee,” Rorie grimaced before she took hold of his arm and dragged him out of the bed. “Don’t you get it? You were just some fun.”
“But we connected!” he protested, his voice winy and child-like. “You can’t just throw me out.”
“Ah, yes I can.” Rorie continued to drag him out of her bedroom, the guy managing to slip one ankle into his pants, and steered him to the front door to the apartment. She then threw his belt, wallet and shoes at him and he stared at her like an injured puppy.
“Bye—” she tried her hardest to think of his name, but the letters just didn’t come., “—Whatever your name is.”


  • After Ever After: Part Four continues this Thursday the 04th of February, 2016.
  • Creative credit for this incredible image of Rorie Naps/Sleeping Beauty goes to Lina Zabaleta, whose tumblr you can check out at – thank you SO much Lina for this unbelievable illustration!
  • This narrative was edited by my wonderful editor: Kayla Marie Murphy. Contact: for any inquiries.
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