📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #14
The Quill Chooses Chaos (a.k.a. One of You Better Tell a Damn Story)
The room was on fire.
Not literally - that was last Tuesday. But emotionally? Full inferno. Between Tink’s weaponized rage, Snow’s suspicious side-eye, and Goldi narrating everyone’s flaws like she was reviewing them on a gossip scroll - the vibes were volatile.
Alice, still calm as a cursed cat sipping cream, set her cup down and stood with the kind of theatrical pause that could only mean one thing.
She was about to drop a bombshell.
“I’m not here to spy,” she said sweetly.
“Oh sure, and I’m a sweet little bunny made of sunshine and innocence,” Tink snapped, arms crossed, foot tapping dangerously.
Alice continued, unfazed. “I’m here because Sonia sent me.”
The room fell into a stunned hush.
“Wait… what?” Rapunzel blinked.
“Yes. Sonia Bloodthorn, High Empress of Ink and Chaos herself. She sent me to check in. Said—and I quote - ‘Make sure those overdramatic immortals aren’t burning the whole Quillverse down before I’ve even had coffee.’”
Wendy gasped, “That’s… that’s kind of sweet?”
“Sweet?” Tink scoffed. “More like surveillance disguised as support!”
Red rolled her eyes. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Maybe she’s worried we’re all gonna explode into glitter and grudges.”
Cinderella huffed, “I’m doing perfectly fine, thank you. I’ve only had three nightmares this week.”
Goldi raised her hand like a kid in magical detention. “Actually I haven’t slept in, like, ever. Do daywalkers need sleep? I don’t even know anymore.”
Snow snarled, “Well I would be fine if Cinderella wasn’t clearly a plant for our publishing competitors.”
“Oh my gods, Snow, not this again,” Cinda groaned.
The banter was wild. The accusations, endless. The support, minimal.
And then… the Quill started glowing.
A pulsing, ethereal, ink-dripping glow like it had heard enough nonsense for one immortal lifetime.
It hovered, trembling.
The room silenced.
Tink reached for it.
The Quill darted away.
Red lunged. The Quill twirled mid-air and dodged her like a sarcastic butterfly.
Wendy stepped forward, hands up, calm and gentle -
The Quill booped her on the forehead and then zoomed off.
Then…
It spun. It sparkled.
It chose.
The Quill flew straight into the hands of… Rapunzel.
She caught it, wide-eyed.
Everyone gasped.
Red whispered, “Oh damn. It’s happening.”
Alice raised an eyebrow. “Well then, Rapunzel. You’ve got the ink. You've got the mic. Let’s see if that golden tongue can weave more than just witty complaints.”
“Uh,” Rapunzel said, clutching the glowing Quill, “I thought someone else was writing today?!”
Tink smirked. “Oh no, sunshine. You're up. We’re all watching.”
Snow cackled. “Time to put that hair-brained imagination to the test.”
Alice sipped her tea with a smile. “And remember, darling… make it epic.”
World of 4EverMore | Bloodthorn Publishing | Short Stories
🩸✨ A Bloodthorn Publishing™ Original
From the twistedly magical minds of the Immortal Quill™ Storytellers, welcome to the World of 4EverMore™ - where fractured fairytales wear combat boots, myths misbehave, tea spills itself, and chaos is couture. ☕️
Featuring your immortally iconic favorites:
• Goldilocks (paranoid and perfect)
• CindaSpy™ (that’s Cinderella with a security clearance)
• Red (badass in boots)
• Snow (soft goth apple queen)
• Dorothy (click it and rip it)
• Beauty (rose-stem sharp)
• Wendy (shadow-slick rebel)
• Alice – Queen of Ink & Lore™ herself
• Loki (divine trickster snack, taken 😘)
• Ivy (Rumple’s sister, lethal in Louboutins)
• and Rumplestiltskin (unhinged, unmatched, unstoppable)
✨ Guest appearances may include sentient teacups, tragic ballgowns, questionable prophecy scrolls, and one flirty, possibly dangerous Elven stranger...
🪄 Storytime just got a whole lot more immortal.
Bloodthorn Publishing™ • The Immortal Quill™ • World of 4EverMore™ Universe 💋🔥
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