📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #63
Spirits, Sass, and Scandal
It was a brand new day at The Immortal Quill, and the vibes were strangely...electric. The kind of tingle in the air that said something spooky was brewing - or possibly just the espresso machine short-circuiting again after Rumple “upgraded” it with enchanted gears and eldritch steam valves.
Enter Dorothy, looking way too casual for the chaos she was about to unleash.
She strolled into the lounge in ruby slippers, holding a sleek, vintage Ouija board tucked under one arm like it was a tray of cookies. “Morning! Soooo, I brought this,” she sang, dropping the board on the main table with a flourish. “Thought it might spice up our brainstorming session.”
The room went quiet. You could feel the collective side-eye brewing.
Goldi dropped her spoon mid-sip into her Conspiracy Cocoa. “WHAT is that unholy object of alphabetic doom doing on our enchanted storytelling table!?”
Dorothy blinked. “A Ouija board? I found it in my great aunt’s attic next to some dusty love letters and a box labeled Property of Madame Spectra. Thought it might help us summon some ghostly story inspo.”
Tink lit up instantly. “YAS. Summon the dead! Let’s get that otherworldly narrative content!”
Red kicked her boots up on the couch. “Finally. Something spookier than Rumple’s lunch leftovers.”
Rapunzel, already lighting candles and rearranging the pillows, clapped. “Do we get to hold hands and chant stuff? I brought my dramatic séance scarf!”
Goldi, meanwhile, was clutching a folder labeled Government Paranormal Interventions: 1972–Present and frantically flipping pages. “No. Absolutely not. Do you all realize the U.S. Postal Service had a SECRET DIVISION for spectral tracking? It’s all here. Spirits are just unregulated travelers from the parallel dimension network. Wake one up and next thing you know they’re living in your attic and rearranging your spice rack alphabetically.”
Cindi sipped her SLA$HERBUCK$ Dark Roast Hexpresso. “That sounds kinda helpful though.”
“Don’t encourage them, Cindaspy!” Goldi snapped, pointing wildly. “You work for them, don’t you? NASA. The Spirit Branch. You're probably here to monitor the veil!”
Cindi groaned. “You’re never going to let the ‘spy’ thing go, are you?”
“Nope.”
Meanwhile, Rumple had materialized in his favorite velvet cape, swirling a mug labeled Dead Men Brew No Tales. “Ooooh! A talking board! I haven’t seen one of those since I accidentally summoned the ghost of a disgruntled baker who tried to possess my cat.”
Dorothy grinned. “Exactly! What’s the worst that could happen?”
The lights flickered.
Goldi screamed. “THERE IT IS. The veil’s flickering. It’s beginning! We’re going to end up possessed, cursed, or worse - contractually bound to a cross-dimensional pyramid scheme!”
Despite Goldi’s shrieking, the others eagerly gathered around the board. A candlelit ambiance took over, and Rumple started the chant with way too much gusto.
“Spirits of ink and lore, ghosts of forgotten tales - come spill the tea!”
The planchette began to move.
Tink shrieked. Rapunzel gasped. Red raised an eyebrow. Cindi whispered, “If this spells out buy more taffy, I swear...”
The pointer zipped around the board with chaotic glee, finally stopping at:
H-E-L-L-O
“See?” Dorothy beamed. “Friendly!”
N-O-T
“Well, that escalated.”
The lights flickered again. The room groaned.
Goldi had disappeared behind a sofa with a crystal on her forehead and a ladle of salt in hand. “It’s happening. The spirits are coming. I warned you all. We’re basically haunted toast.”
Dorothy, looking equal parts impressed and slightly worried, whispered, “Okay but like… great plotline, right?”
Red smirked. “If we survive the week, definitely.”
And thus began a brand new chapter in the Quill’s saga:
“Taffy & Tales: Séance Snacks and Spectral Sweethearts”
Featuring:
- Ghostly Grape Gummies
- PolterPop Taffy
- Planchette Peach Pulls
- Séance Sugar Swirls
And a very real chance they accidentally turned the lounge couch into a temporary portal.
But hey - story inspiration waits for no one. Especially not the dead.
🔥 🖋 📚
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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