📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #51
"Tink’s Turn (Maybe)"
The Immortal Quill crew was lounging about in their magical mess of a breakroom - teacups floating midair, Loki flipping a coin he enchanted to never land, Alice stamping her bookmarks, and Goldi loudly slurping some leftover seafood boil just to be annoying.
Suddenly -
SLAM.
Tinker Bell stormed into the room, sparkles flying like angry glitter grenades.
Tink:
“That’s it. I’m done playing the background sparkle. I want my main character arc, and I want it NOW.”
Everyone turned, blinking.
Loki:
“Ohhhhh here we go.”
Rumple (to Ivy, sipping tea):
“I’ve waited centuries for this moment.”
Tink (hands on hips, wings flaring):
“You all act like I’m just here to float around and sprinkle vibes. I’ve got rage, I’ve got trauma, I’ve got combat boots. GIVE. ME. MY. STORY.”
Goldi (mouth full):
“Cool story, bro. Wanna squid?”
Tink (ignoring her):
“So here’s the thing. I’ve got an idea. It’s dark. It’s dramatic. It’s me on a solo mission in the Haunted Forest of Forgotten Tales. There’s a forbidden lantern, a cursed journal, and maybe a brooding love interest with secret wings. I will not be taking questions.”
Alice (sipping tea):
“I’d read that.”
Red (grinning):
“Same. Who’s the brooding winged bae?”
Tink (whisper-growls):
“That’s part of the MYSTERY.”
Loki leans toward Goldi.
Loki:
“She’s totally making this up on the fly.”
Goldi (grinning, still eating):
“She’s gonna kill me in her story, isn’t she?”
Tink:
“Maybe. Or maybe you’re cursed into a talking shrimp.”
Goldi:
“…I’m into it.”
And BAM—the spark is lit! Tink's about to get her main character moment, even if she has to force it into canon with glitter-fueled vengeance.
Ohhh yes, it's happening - Tink’s grabbing the pen like it’s Excalibur dipped in glitter and rage. She’s ready to claim her crown, write her legend, and strut through the flames in winged combat boots. And Goldi? Oh honey… she’s about to get wrecked.
So Let’s continue …
☕️ A Tale Penned in Pixie Fire
From the Quill of the Mad Winged MistressTink's Story: The Cursed Lantern
There once was a place no one dared speak of - The Forest of Forgotten Tales. Trees whispered in tongues lost to time, and the moonlight slinked through the branches like a rumor. Most stayed away, because that place had teeth. But Tinkabella? She marched straight in like it owed her money.
The wind tugged at her wings, the brambles snagged her combat boots, but her eyes blazed brighter than any lantern. Because she wasn’t just on a mission - she was answering a call that had echoed in her bones for centuries.
Deep in the heart of that cursed grove, half-buried in ash and vine, was a lantern that pulsed with forbidden flame. It didn’t flicker. It throbbed. Like it was alive. Cursed by an ancient scribe, sealed with blood and betrayal, it held a legend: Only the one with both fury and love could wield it without burning.
Tink, naturally, snatched it up and said,
“Mine.”
But that was when he appeared.
From the mist stepped a figure taller than a tale, cloaked in shadow and starlight. His skin shimmered with midnight, his eyes burned like twin suns - one gold, one violet. Wings, massive and molten, folded behind his back, each feather etched with runes older than the stars.
He looked at Tink like he’d been waiting since the dawn of forever.
“You summoned me,” he said, voice like fire sliding over velvet.
“You’re late,” she snapped.
His name was Ashveil, Keeper of the Veil Between Realms, breaker of curses, slayer of shadows… and, apparently, the one soul tied to hers in every lifetime.
They didn’t speak of fate. They didn’t need to it was obvious. The air around them crackled.
Together, they faced the shadow-beast guarding the cursed lantern’s true power -Goldibellagoblinface, a twisted doppelgänger of someone Tink definitely wasn’t thinking about. Tall, blonde, and draped in smugness and sequins, Goldibella screeched,
“You’ll never be the main character, pixie!”
Tink blinked slowly.
“Oh sweetheart… I already am.”
What followed was chaos dipped in myth: lightning, winged duels, curses unwoven with every slice of Ashveil’s burning blade. Tink danced through fire and fury, wings blazing like twin suns.
And when Goldibella fell, dissolved back into smoke and bad choices, Tink lit the lantern anew - not with magic, but with her own spark.
The forest sighed. The curse lifted. And somewhere, stories whispered her name forevermore.
Thrn She smiled and dramatically bowed.
“Holy hot wings,” whispered Red.
“I think I saw that guy,” muttered Dorothy, pointing to the sketch Tink had dramatically slapped on the bulletin board. “At The Eternal Brew Café. He was drinking lavender fire tea. Shirtless. Just... existing.”
Everyone turned.
Tink just smirked, wings flicking.
“Yeah. He does that.”
She sipped her latte and added,
“And next time you all want to ignore me, remember - main characters burn brighter.”
Mic. Dropped.
🔥 🖋 📚
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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