📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #41
Buckle your boots and pass the popcorn, 'cause it’s time for…
Another Day at The Immortal Quill
“Dust to Dust: The Crop Duster Chronicles”
(Just when you thought it was allergies… it was zombification.)Scene: The gang’s all here - except Goldi, who’s wearing a gas mask and nervously scanning the windows.
Red rolls her eyes. “Okay, who gave Goldi another conspiracy podcast?”
“I read it on a forum this time, thank you very much,” Goldi retorts. “Look, the skies are hazy and the neighbors are twitching. You explain it.”
Tink perks up. “Oh wait, I’ve got one. Sit down, ghouls and goblins, ‘cause this tale's got fog, fear, and flannel.”
Dust to Dust: The Crop Duster Chronicles
(A mostly fictional, probably regrettable retelling.)
In the nowhere town of Ashpine Hollow, people didn’t talk much. They just… watched.
Their windows always fogged. Their lawns, too perfect. Their skin, a little too pale.
And in the skies above, a familiar sound haunted the sleepy mornings: the low growl of an old crop duster plane. Every day at dawn, it soared overhead, leaving streaks of shimmering dust across the sunrise.
No one thought much of it. Just “old Gary Hemble, spraying for weeds,” they’d say. Until the twitching started.
It began with the dogs - howling at nothing, scratching the walls.
Then the mailman stopped blinking.
And then the girl at the diner tried to eat a stapler.
Panic gripped Ashpine Hollow. People wore scarves over their faces. Someone named Dottie tried to blame the water. Others blamed 5G towers (again). But one very sharp, possibly caffeinated librarian named Mags did some digging.
She found that the chemical sprayed from the sky didn’t match anything legally registered for crops. It wasn’t fertilizer. It wasn’t pesticide.
It was… a neurological suppressor.
Something meant to “calm the population.”
But Mags went missing before she could present her findings.
Meanwhile, “Gary” kept flying.
And then one night, the plane went down.
The town gathered. But when they opened the cockpit… there was no Gary. Just a faded photograph taped to the controls:
“Operation Quiet Bloom - Status: Active”
No one knows who ran it. But the haze still comes every morning. And the twitching?
Yeah, that’s back too.
Rapunzel muttered, “I’m suddenly very aware of my sinuses.”
Red chuckled. “Bet it was the cats. It’s always the cats.”
Snow looked deeply concerned and asked Siri how to build a bunker.
Goldi just yelled, “SEE? TOLD YOU! I AM THE VIBE!”
And as the crew packed up their journals and masks, Cindy whispered, “Well... who’s got the next tale?”
Because the Quill is always hungry, and tomorrow? Tomorrow’s another cursed cup of storytelling chaos.
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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.
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