📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #21
The plot thickens like a cauldron full of enchanted fudge!
Let the immortal ink flow, darling!! Buckle your corset and hold onto your tiara:
Welcome to The Immortal Quill Studio
Where Fairytales Are Fractured
Loki, smooth as sin and faster than a flirtatious fox, said nothing.
Which - let’s be honest - was already suspicious.
He stood by the enchanted fireplace, eyes glinting with something halfway between danger and delight. And just when the silence stretched too long to be casual, he vanished in a crackle of golden sparks and a whisper of mischief that lingered like the fizz of champagne and trouble.
That was all it took.
The room erupted.
“Oh my stars and sassberries…” Red gasped, her wide eyes tracking the last glittering trail of Loki’s exit. “Did Loki just dip out to finally flirt like a grown god?”
“Took him centuries!” Cinderella fanned herself with practiced exasperation. “Men are ridiculous.”
From her perch atop the floating bookshelf ladder, Tink crossed her arms and glared at the empty air where Loki had once been. “Pfft. Please. He probably just left because I didn’t start my story yet. He clearly couldn’t handle my narrative firepower.”
Wendy, ever composed, sipped from her porcelain cup with the kind of judgment only a tea-sipping intellectual can deliver. “Or maybe he left before you could start rewriting Neverland into your own sparkly dictatorship again.”
“I never - ” Tink began, wings twitching with scandalized offense.
“You always,” Wendy said with a sharp smile, never breaking eye contact.
Across the room, Rapunzel leaned over the arm of a velvet loveseat, braid coiled neatly like a golden lasso. Her grin was all mischief. “Okay, but am I the only one kinda rooting for the Trickster-Gazette power couple? That’s dangerously hot.”
“They get a love subplot,” Snow huffed, tossing herself onto a chaise like a cursed queen mid-exile. “And I get stuck with conspiracy theories, peasant uprisings, and fresh accusations of witchcraft. Where is my man again? Someone summon him.”
“You accused me of being a spy five minutes ago,” Cinderella said without missing a beat.
Red, her mouth full of pilfered pastry, shrugged. “You probably are though.”
Then -
Puff.
Green smoke twisted through the rafters like enchanted serpents, curling into a dramatic spiral above the ink-stained floorboards.
Rumplestiltskin stepped from the haze, grinning like he'd just eaten a crown prince for breakfast and still had room for dessert.
He tipped his imaginary hat toward the gathered chaos. “Farewell, my deliciously deranged darlings. I must get back to The Gazette. News doesn’t twist itself, after all. And there’s… ohhh… a storm coming.”
With a wink, a twirl, and the scent of firewood and pure mischief trailing behind him, he vanished into a gust of smoke and sass.
Tink scoffed, hands on her hips. “Ugh. Show-offs.”
“Says the pixie who monologues in moonlight,” Cinderella shot back.
Red licked the last of the jam from her fingers. “Sooooo… what now? The Quill’s still here. Alice just shook the whole damn realm. Loki’s gone feral. And I am this close to writing a story about a magical wolf that eats everyone who interrupts her snack time.”
Wendy, ever observant, turned her eyes to the ancient writer’s desk that sat in the heart of the studio. “We’re not gonna talk about the fact the Quill is still pulsing like it wants a new tale?”
“Nope,” Snow said flatly, still reclined like royalty in mid-existential crisis. “Don’t look at me. I’m still processing the idea that Alice may or may not be a literal time-loop therapist.”
At the center of the room, the Immortal Quill gave a final, decisive glow - brighter than before, tinged with anticipation and just a hint of chaos.
Then it pulsed.
Once.
Twice.
And on the third beat, it practically sang:
Someone. Must. Spill. The. Tea.
🖋✨
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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