📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #27
Here We Are Again
Alice’s Grand Entrance & Rumple’s Redemption… Sort Of
The chaos-tinged air of The Immortal Quill studio was humming with late-afternoon exhaustion - quills idly dripping ink, scrolls half-rolled, and the faint buzz of arcane copier spells gone wonky. Rumplestiltskin was mid-rant, casting side‑glances at a portrait of Alice’s Mad Tea Party, when the room shuddered with a familiar war‑cry:
“ENOUGH! I HAVE HAD IT!”
A swirling tear of lavender-and-pearlescent light burst open above the center table, and out stormed Alice, Queen of Ink & Lore, skirts swirling, teacup magically balanced on her fingertips. Her eyes blazed like molten silver as she swept past the gobsmacked immortals.
“Rumple,” she snapped, voice edged with frost‑kissed sugar, “your defamatory antics make my tea go cold - and my tea parties run late enough without your melodrama!” She slammed her teacup down; the rim cracked, ink‑soaked steam hissing from the fracture.
Rumple stuttered, coat tails flaming with wounded pride. “Alice, darling, I - ”
Before he could spin another excuse, Tink flitted forward, wings aflutter in protective outrage. “Back off, Mad Queen!” she declared, puffing up to twice her height. “Rump Roast may be dramatic, but you’re the one who hexed my last teapot into existential crisis!”
Alice blinked at the pixie’s fierce defense. “You - protect him?”
“Obviously,” Tink declared. “He’s my chaos rival. I won’t let anyone else steal his thunder—least of all you.”
“Uhh,” whispered Goldilocks, munching a snack in the corner, “this is… adorable?”
But before Alice could respond, the studio lights dimmed in a swirl of emerald and onyx.
“Not so fast,” purred a velvety voice. Shadow and auburn waves coalesced into Loki, stepping through the gloom with that devilish grin. In one swift motion, he caught Alice’s elbow, spun her into his arms, and in a whirl of mischief and moonlight, both vanished - leaving behind only the faintest scent of Earl Grey and a single floating teacup rim.
The room stood frozen. Kevin the Kraken bubbled in the corner as if clearing its throat.
Snow White cleared her throat. “Well - that happened.”
Rapunzel tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “He… saved her? For Rumple?”
Goldi shrugged. “Who cares? He looked hot.”
Tink folded her arms, glitter settling in defeated heaps on the floor. “Great. Now they’ll be off rewriting epic tea‑soaked love sagas, and I won’t get to hex either of them properly.”
Rumplestiltskin sighed, flicking a strand of green‑streaked hair from his face. “Fine. Since everyone’s here, and I’ve been unjustly maligned, I shall dazzle you with the greatest chaos story ever told. Fresh lore, original legend so outrageous you’ll swear it’s real.”
He snapped his fingers - and the studio’s walls dissolved into a star‑dusted night sky. Flickering phantoms of winged serpents and whispering runes danced around as Rumple began:
“Long ago, before the Thornmere collapsed and the Lost Court faded, there existed the Obsidian Archive—a library so vast it held every forgotten spell, every erased prophecy, and one cursed quill that wrote destinies into the fabric of reality. Guarding it was a creature half‑shadow, half‑ink: the Oathkeeper, whose tears could drown kingdoms…”
For nearly an hour, he spun a tapestry of impossible beasts, forbidden contracts, and heroic betrayals - each more extravagant than the last. The bickering immortals sat, slack‑jawed, nodding earnestly and gasping at every turn, as though each twist were actually drawn from some secret ancient tome.
Finally, Rumple dipped his quill into a pool of midnight, sealing the tale with one final flourish. The starry illusion winked out. The walls snapped back. The enchanted copier sputtered to life, printing a scroll titled:
“The Oathkeeper’s Drowning: A Treatise on Fate & Ink”
Goldi clapped. “Brilliant! Utterly believable!”
Snow smiled - just a little. “You’re a menace, Rumple. But that was… impressive.”
Tink nodded grudgingly. “Okay, fine. I admit it. That was a fantastic yarn.”
The Quill of Immortal Ink pulsed one last time, then settled back onto its pedestal, its job for the day complete.
Cinderella checked her watch (because yes, immortals now wear wristwatches). “Alright, darlings. That’s a wrap. Time to vanish before Kevin demands overtime pay.”
One by one, the co-hosts of The Immortal Quill gathered their scrolls, swept up stray glitter, and departed through doorways of shadow and light:
- Goldilocks, with her enchanted snack stash.
- Snow White, humming a frost‑bitten lullaby.
- Rapunzel, already sketching her next hair‑growth meta‑narrative.
- Red, flipping her hood up with a satisfied smirk.
- Tink, stomping off in glitter‑trail vengeance.
- Rumplestiltskin, flanked by his fresh manuscript—victorious, dramatic, and more chaotic than ever.
And as the last pair of boots clacked down the hall, the studio fell silent - except for the gentle drip of the final inkwell, promising that tomorrow, the immortal ink would flow again.
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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