📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #64
Panic, Portals, and a Trickster with Great Hair
The One Where Chaos Reigns, Goldi Wields Salt Like a Weapon, and Loki Casually Saves the Day
So there they were.
A group of caffeinated creatives, a vintage Ouija board, and a rapidly intensifying spiritual disaster.
The lights were no longer flickering - they were strobing like a haunted discotheque. Wind whooshed from nowhere. The fireplace roared to life with green flames (which absolutely hadn’t been enchanted for that effect), and somewhere in the distance, someone definitely heard chanting in Latin. Possibly backward.
“OKAY,” Goldi screeched from behind the couch, crystal band now slipping dramatically over one eye. “This is officially DefCon Paranormal! Tink, bring the salt. Bring all the salt.”
Tink flew by holding a snack bowl. “This is Himalayan pink - will that work?”
“NO. Unless the ghosts are doing a spa treatment!”
Meanwhile, Dorothy tried to re-center the situation. “Everyone stay calm! The spirit said ‘not friendly,’ not ‘will destroy your souls and eat your dreams.’ Let’s not catastrophize.”
“Are you possessed?” Red narrowed her eyes. “Blink twice if yes.”
The planchette was now gliding around the board so fast it looked like it was breakdancing. Smoke curled from its edges. Rapunzel clutched her scarf like a cinematic widow. “I feel like we may have accidentally invited a minor demon. Possibly one with very strong opinions on how stories should end.”
Rumple, to no one’s surprise, was loving this. “Oh, now this is drama. This is story! Who knew spirits could be such spicy critics?”
Just as someone screamed (unclear if it was a ghost or just Cindi catching her reflection mid-panic), the door blew open with a perfectly timed gust of wind, as if reality itself made way.
And there he was.
Loki.
Standing in the entryway like a celestial cover model, auburn hair tousled, eyes gleaming with mismatched mischief, and a mildly annoyed smirk that said Why are mortals like this?
“Well,” he drawled, brushing invisible lint from his coat. “I leave for one day to help Alice re-alphabetize her magical tea blends, and you lot open a gateway to the spirit underworld.”
Rapunzel blinked. “Did you say tea blends or time bombs?”
“Same difference,” Loki shrugged. He sauntered forward, raised a hand glowing with soft, iridescent energy, and casually snapped his fingers.
Poof.
The lights returned to normal.
The fireplace calmed.
The board flew off the table and turned into a decorative placemat that now read Live, Laugh, Exorcise.
The only thing still vibrating was Goldi, now emerging slowly from behind the couch, eyes wide, clutching her salt bowl like a holy relic.
“Did he fix it?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Cindi sighed. “He fixed it.”
“I still don’t trust him.”
“I’m right here, sunshine,” Loki purred, winking.
Tink fluttered closer, suspicious. “What exactly did you do?”
“Oh, nothing dramatic. Just sealed the accidental breach between dimensions with a bit of celestial duct tape and a poem I wrote in the third century.” He turned, strolling toward the door. “Anyway. Alice is expecting me back before the cinnamon lavender brews over-steep. She gets grumpy.”
Red narrowed her eyes. “Why does he get to have hair like that and also save the day?”
“I’m a god. We get perks.”
And just like that, he vanished in a soft ripple of magic and lavender-scented air, leaving behind one mildly cursed Ouija board-turned-table mat and a room full of emotionally exhausted writers.
“Well,” Rumple clapped, brushing off his sleeves. “Who’s up for round two? I have a haunted Etch A Sketch in the back!”
“NO,” they all chorused.
And so, after one too many brushes with supernatural PR disasters, they all packed it in for the night—some shaken, some slightly singed, but all united in the unspoken agreement that Dorothy is never allowed to bring “cool antiques” into the Quill again.
As the enchanted lights dimmed and the story lounge fell into peaceful silence, one thing was certain:
Tomorrow was definitely going to be weirder.
🔥 🖋 📚
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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