📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #19
OH SNAP, HOLD ON TO YOUR ENCHANTED PANTALOONS - because the velvet curtains just blew open, the candlelight dimmed, and the scent of mischief thickened like oversteeped tea.
And who’s strutting in with that unmistakable chaotic swagger, cane twirling, smirk sharper than Cinderella’s leftover glass heel?
RUMPLESTILTSKIN.
That raspy, syrupy voice cuts through the room like a cursed lullaby.
“Well well well, what a delicious mess of immortals and wannabe royalty we have here… Hello dearies.”
Tink immediately flies into the rafters.
Alice mutters something about needing a stronger tea blend.
Loki? Loki clinks his wine glass with Rumple’s cane and just grins like the two of them have done unspeakable things together on a Tuesday.
Rapunzel: “What is he doing here?! This is supposed to be our immortal drama hour, not whatever infernal trickster con this is!”
Rumple, grinning wide: “Oh, don’t worry, sweetness. I’m not here to steal your quill… yet. I’m here for the game.”
Snow: “He followed Loki, didn’t he?”
Rumple bows toward Loki.
“Can you blame me? Where he goes, the fun follows. And if there’s one thing I love more than spinning straw into gold, it’s stirring up secrets like they’re soup.”
Red: “Great. Two ancient drama goblins in one room. We’re all doomed.”
Rumple starts poking around the story circle, tapping enchanted objects like he’s checking for magical explosives.
“Ohhh and look at this! You’ve got the infamous storytelling Quill… untouched. What a shame. What a waste. Why hasn’t anyone written something juicy yet?”
Tink, from the rafters: “Because Alice abandoned her post and tried to control everything! That’s my theory.”
Wendy: “Oh my stars, again with the conspiracy theories - ”
Rumple spins, leans in close to Alice.
“So tell me, love… what are you doing here? Don’t you have a little Mad Tea empire to run? Or were you just dying to see who else Loki flirts with?”
Alice, unfazed, sips her tea.
“I was sent. To check on things. Possibly to wrangle this circus. Also… maybe to test the Quill’s loyalty.”
Loki (eyes twinkling): “Oooh, I love loyalty tests.”
Rumple (rubbing his hands together):
“Well then, dearies, how about a new round of storytelling chaos? But this time…”
he points to the Quill
“…the Quill chooses randomly. No votes. No favorites. No bribes - unless they’re really good.”
The Quill begins to glow violently violet.
A spark flies. A name begins to burn into the air…
And the name is…
TINKER BELL.
Tink (from above): “NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. I CALL PIXIE MISTRIAL.”
Rumple, gleefully: “Oh no no no, little sprite. Time to spill your story. The real one. Not the Disney fluff. Not the sparkly sabotage tales. The truth. Or the Quill gets cranky.”
Everyone turns.
The room goes quiet.
And Tink… begins to descend.
Her wings shimmer. Her lip quivers. And she whispers…
“…Fine. But you better shut the fairy door, because this story is nothing like you remember.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
OH SNAP.
Tink’s not flustered, she’s plotting.
She lands softly, glitter cascading like malicious stardust, eyes narrowed like a cat who definitely just knocked something expensive off the shelf on purpose. Everyone holds their breath.
Tink: “Well... if the Quill insists, far be it from me to disappoint.”
She paces once, daintily - wings flared just so, voice suddenly syrupy sweet with a poison center.
Tink (smiling like a liar):
“Once upon a time, long before the rest of you drama queens were even whispering in legends, there lived the most powerful magical being in the entire multiverse. She was radiant, ethereal, wise beyond her centuries. Her wings glowed brighter than the northern lights, and her laugh could resurrect hope itself.”
Wendy (whispers): “Oh my gods, she’s talking about herself.”
Red: “Yeah but… like, respect. The confidence is illegal.”
Tink continues: “Her name? Lady Bellatrix of the Everstar Court. You might know her by a nickname. Tinker Bell. But don’t let the diminutive fool you. She wasn’t just Peter Pan’s sidekick - oh no. She was the architect of Neverland itself.”
Snow (mutters): “Here we go…”
Tink (grinning with pure audacity): “She chose to stay small to keep her power contained. A full transformation would’ve shattered time. She didn’t ‘jealously pine for Peter.’ Please. She created him. Grew him from an idea into a boy who could fight shadows. She wrote every Lost Boy’s name in stardust.”
Rumple (snickering): “Is this the part where she claims she made the moon, too?”
Tink (not missing a beat): “The moon? Borrowed from my vault, actually. Long-term loan.”
Alice (low, with a smirk): “You’ve got style, I’ll give you that.”
Tink bows. “Thank you, Alice. Now where was I? Oh yes. The betrayal.”
She pauses - melodramatic gasp from herself.
Tink:
“You see, Wendy was never supposed to return. I banished her to the mortal realm for meddling in matters she couldn’t comprehend. She stole the memory of flight. That’s why no one can fly without fairy dust anymore - it used to be instinct. Until Wendy ruined it.”
Wendy: “Excuse me - WHAT?!”
Tink:
“But like any true queen, I let her live. Out of mercy. Because power isn’t just in destruction, it’s in restraint.”
Loki (whispering to Alice): “I think I’m in love. Is that bad?”
Alice (sipping tea): “Yes. But understandable.”
Tink flips her hair and lands the final blow:
“And Peter? He’s not some boy who never grew up. He’s a cursed prince - stuck in eternal youth after breaking my heart. So I locked Neverland in time. Froze it. A perfectly preserved playground… of my own creation.”
Silence.
Deadpan silence.
Then -
Red: “That was the biggest pile of magical B.S. I’ve ever heard and I worship the moon.”
Snow: “Did she just rebrand herself as the god of Neverland?!”
Cinderella: “Honestly… ten out of ten.”
Rapunzel (narrowing eyes): “She’s trying to out-Alice Alice.”
Tink (blows a kiss): “Don’t hate me because you ain’t me, darling.”
Alice:
“Oh, sugarcube… I don’t hate you. But now I do have to raise the bar.”
Rumple: “Round two: Alice vs. Tink? Shall we spin the Quill again or let the two of you duel it out with stories and sass?”
Loki (raising his hand): “Can I just sit in the middle and watch?”
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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