📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #30
A Totally Random Day at The Immortal Quill
"Tink Tries It (But Not Everyone's Buying It)"
Tink fluttered into the studio with her usual glittery dramatics and a suspiciously smug sparkle in her eyes. Her heels clacked against the ink-stained marble floor as she marched straight to the Story Circle like she was about to drop the literary equivalent of a mic.
“Well, finally, it’s my turn,” she announced, wings flaring just enough to knock Goldi’s drink over. “You’re welcome, by the way. You’re all in for a tale of true beauty, mystery, magic, and the kind of slumber party no one’s ever topped.”
Rapunzel looked up from her enchanted loom. “Please tell me this isn’t another ‘I invented glitter powder’ speech again.”
“Nope,” Tink purred. “I’m here to tell the real story behind the one, the only - Sleeping Beauty.”
Dorothy snorted from her armchair, draped dramatically in a quilt stitched by the Tornado Sisters of the West. “Why are you telling her story?”
Tink spun on her with all the grace of a fairy who’s been practicing comebacks in the mirror for three centuries. “Because I was there. Unlike some of you, I have history. Connections. High-caliber lore access. We’re talking about a girl who slumbered like a legend for a century. That’s power. That’s style.”
Snow gave her a slow clap. “Wow. Riveting. A hundred years of drooling on satin.”
Cinderella raised a brow. “I mean... are you really bragging about a nap someone else took?”
Tink smirked. “It’s not just a nap - it was a cursed magical suspension of reality, thank you very much.”
Red tilted her head. “And you were the one asleep for a hundred years?”
“Well... no,” Tink replied, brushing imaginary dust from her shoulder. “But I was around. Close circle. I knew her. Gave her glow-up tips when she woke up.”
Goldi whispered to Rapunzel, “She once called me her ‘bestie’ and then used my quill ink for eyebrow stencils.”
Rapunzel whispered back, “I saw her try to enchant coffee. It exploded.”
Dorothy, absolutely gleaming with sass, took a loud sip from her “You Can’t Cyclone With Us” mug. “So, just to clarify, you’re here... telling someone else’s legendary tale... as if it’s yours?”
Tink crossed her arms. “It’s called vicarious legacy enhancement. Look it up.”
Cinderella leaned forward. “Last time I checked, you weren’t and aren’t Sleeping Beauty, hon.”
“Not yet,” Tink replied with a wink. “But I am the reason she got that after-nap glow. No one ever talks about the post-spell hair frizz. I was there, with serums.”
Snow rolled her eyes so hard a nearby candle flickered. “This is chaos.”
Red smirked. “You sure she wasn’t trying to sleep through your voice?”
Tink glared at her. “You’re just mad no one ever wrote you a lullaby.”
“Sweetheart,” Red said, crossing her legs, “I am the nightmare they warn you about before bedtime.”
Goldi popped a muffin in her mouth and mumbled, “That’s facts, actually.”
Cinderella folded her arms. “So what’s the actual point here, Tink?”
Tink dramatically gestured at nothing. “That I am an icon, a legacy guardian, a certified archival fairy. I’ve got tea, sparkle, and receipts.”
Dorothy yawned. “Someone’s clearly threatened I crushed a witch with a whole house.”
Tink hissed, “That’s a building violation, not a flex!”
Rapunzel chimed in, “Can we just agree the only person with a valid nap story here is Sleeping Beauty—and she ain’t even on the payroll?”
Goldi laughed. “True. She’s still on sabbatical.”
Snow snapped her planner shut. “Okay, so... that was Tink’s story. Kinda. Sorta. Not really.”
Cinderella: “It was a slideshow of insecurity wrapped in borrowed glamour.”
Red: “I give it two stars for the accidental comedy.”
Tink, fuming and trying not to cry sparkles, stormed off muttering, “You’ll all regret this when my real story drops.”
Dorothy called after her, “Make sure it’s one where you’re actually the main character, boo!”
The crew erupted into laughter as Tink slammed the door on her way out - leaving a trail of glitter, wounded ego, and mild fairy rage behind her.
End of another wildly productive day at The Immortal Quill.
Tomorrow? Someone else’s turn… if Tink doesn’t try to rewrite the archives overnight.
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.
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