📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #40
Dust off your inky scrolls and brace your sassy soul - the next story is serving cursed craftsmanship and string-snapping mayhem.
A New Day at The Immortal Quill
“The Cursed Toymaker of Dreadwood Hollow”
(A tale best told with the lights on and the dolls locked away.)It started with Goldi walking in, dramatically dumping a box of mismatched buttons on the counter. “Today’s vibe? Unhinged marionettes. Possibly haunted. Definitely cursed.”
Snow sighed. “So… just like my ex.”
Red leaned back in her chair. “I swear if one of those dolls blinks, I’m setting it on fire.”
Rapunzel pulled out a pencil made from bone. “Go on, tell it. I’m already terrified.”
And so, it began...
The Cursed Toymaker of Dreadwood Hollow
(As told by those who dare not say his real name.)
In the twisted woods of Dreadwood Hollow, where the trees whispered secrets and the mist never lifted, lived a man known only as The Maker.
No one remembered when he arrived, only that the children in the village started disappearing the same year his shop opened.
He built dolls - beautiful, eerie dolls - each carved with obsessive precision, dressed in stitched lace, and with eyes that looked just a little too... alive.
People whispered that he used bones for joints, hair from the missing, and stitched their names into the hems of the doll’s gowns.
But he claimed he was preserving innocence. "They were meant to last forever," he’d say with a smile that made grown men shiver.
One day, a girl named Elira snuck inside the shop. Her brother had vanished after his sixth birthday, and she swore she’d find him. What she found instead?
A ballroom.
Filled with life-sized dolls.
Dancing.
Their arms moved with creaks and sighs. Music played from an invisible source. In the center of it all—her brother’s face, twisted into porcelain, locked in a forever waltz.
She tried to pull him away, but he whispered, “If we stop dancing, he unravels us.”
And then The Maker appeared.
But Elira didn’t run.
She reached into her pocket, pulled out her own string of spells - handed down from the Ink & Lore Archives - and whispered a binding.
The music snapped. The dolls crumbled. The Maker screamed as his fingers turned to splinters.
They say his soul got trapped in his last creation: a wooden jack-in-the-box that hasn’t stopped laughing since.
You can hear it... sometimes... under the floorboards.
“Daaaaaang,” said Red, eyes wide. “That was dark. Even I felt that.”
Tink snapped her fingers. “Ten out of ten. Would ward my entire room after that one.”
Goldi nodded. “Next storyteller has a hard act to follow.”
As the crew packed up and headed out, Rapunzel turned to the group with a grin. “I already have the next story ready.”
Cindy blinked. “You do?”
“Oh yeah,” Rapunzel purred. “It’s about a haunted painting that paints you back.”
Tink groaned, “Ugh, I’m never going to sleep again.”
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The Immortal Quill 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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