📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #2
Goldi Goes Rogue
A Fractured Fairy Tale from the Girl Who Burned It All Down (and Lived to Snack About It)
Filed by: Goldilocks
Daywalker. Immortal Quill Member. Forest Trashfire in Heels.
Mortals, immortals, and all you cursed in-betweens - grab your porridge and hold your damn teacups. Because I’m done letting everyone else butcher my story. You think I “broke into a cute bear house”? Babe, no. I survived a blood-soaked Bigfoot coven, got nearly disemboweled, and came back immortal. Now that’s a coming-of-age tale.
Let’s rewind. I was seventeen. Unhinged. Rocking a rogue braid. Running from a cursed gingerbread mansion fire, a few bounty posters, and possibly a scandalous ex-prince situation. Whatever. The woods were haunted, the trees whispered, and I was cold, hungry, and hormonal. Recipe for disaster? Absolutely.
That’s when I found the house. Quaint on the outside, like a folk song with a knife hidden in the second verse. No mailbox. No wards. No welcome mat. But the door was open, and the cinnamon air was lying to me.
So, obviously, I went inside.
Because in the Wildwood? You don’t wait for fate - you kick it in the teeth.
This Porridge Was Hexed - And So Were the Owners
Inside, there were three steaming bowls lined up like a trap. Spoiler: it was a trap. The chairs were mismatched and enchanted, one of them screamed when I sat down (rude). The beds were worse - one tried to seduce me, one tried to eat me, and the third was where I found a contract rolled in black velvet and sealed with red wax.
The signature?
Mama Bear, High Enchantress of the Wyrdbound Woods.
Turns out, I hadn’t stumbled into a cute woodland home. I’d crashed the trial grounds of a Bigfoot-blooded beast coven posing as a “bear family.” They were part of a curse-bound lineage tied to ancient magic and some very unresolved ancestral trauma. The “baby bear”? Yeah - full-grown, fanged, and hot in that “probably eats villagers” kind of way.
And me? I was their final test.
Blood, Mud, and Becoming
Things went sideways. I tried to bail, but they were faster - claws, fur, teeth, the whole feral package. One moment I was reaching for the door, the next I was on the ground, bleeding out in the mud and screaming at the top of my lungs. My story should’ve ended right there.
But it didn’t.
Just as the darkness closed in, a light sliced through the storm - a figure cloaked in twilight and moonfire. Seraphina Nightshade. She wasn’t just a healer. She was an executioner of curses. She didn’t ask. She acted. And with her blade, her fire, and one furious spell, she ended the beasts and rebuilt me from the inside out.
I died that night.
And then I woke up... changed.
Daywalker. Wildblooded. Bound to no one.
The Fire Was Just the Beginning
After the transformation, I went back - because some doors don’t stay closed. I returned to the cabin, flames trailing behind me like a crown of vengeance, and I burned it all down. Every fang, every claw, every trap laid for the next girl - gone.
Was it dramatic? Yes.
Was it deserved? Absolutely.
Would I do it again? With hotter fire.
Why I'm Here (And Why You Should Be Nervous)
You wanna know why I joined The Immortal Quill? Because I’m done being the cautionary tale in someone else’s bedtime story. I’m not the “bad girl” who broke into a stranger’s home. I’m the immortal bitch who survived a monster coven and turned their enchanted contract into a scroll of freedom.
So now, I write my version. For every girl who was told to stay out of the woods. For every barefoot baddie who got blamed for being too curious, too bold, too alive.
I am Goldi.
🔥 I bring the chaos.
📜 I rewrite the rules.
🥣 I still eat the porridge - but only after checking for enchantments. Mostly.
Keep your ink hot, your enemies flammable, and your porridge hex-free.
- Goldi
Daywalker of the Wildwood
Immortal Quill Member
Barefoot Burglar, Unbothered Icon, Keeper of the Forbidden Snacks
The chaos was palpable in The Immortal Quill’s den, as the girls bickered back and forth, their voices overlapping like an old radio that couldn’t quite find the right frequency.
“Oh, please.” Snow White’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as she sipped from her goblet, rolling her eyes. “Goldi, those were bears, not Bigfoots. "
“No! No! NO!” Goldi threw her hands up in frustration, pacing back and forth. “I’m telling you, they were not bears!” She glanced at the others, her eyes full of defiance. "They were tall, ugly, and had six toes on each foot. I’d know, thank you very much.” “Big, lumbering Bigfoots!”
“Six toes, really?” Rapunzel laughed. “I didn’t know Bigfoots came in that extra-fluffy edition. But hey, Goldi, at least you’re not still calling them bears, right?”
Goldi shot her a glare but kept talking. “Okay, fine! Bigfoots. But they were the worst Bigfoots. They were emotional. I was just -”
“Sleeping in their bed.” Red interrupted, smirking as she lounged in her corner. “That’s when they went absolutely nuts.”
“Right! Like, why was that your first choice?” Snow raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink, and barely suppressing a chuckle.
“I was tired! And cold!” Goldi snapped back. “ And then - then they attacked me!”
“And then,” Cinderella added with a snicker, “they chased you out into the woods. Not a good look for our wild-haired warrior, huh?”
Goldi bit her lip but said nothing. She had learned to live with her reputation. “And then…” She continued reluctantly, “Seraphina Nightshade found me. She saved me. Made me immortal by turning me into a Daywalker.”
Tink, who had been casually twirling around in the air, spoke up. “And she trained you for years. Boy, you were a pain in the neck. Every time you picked a fight, we’d be cleaning up the mess for days.”
“Hey, at least I got results.” Goldi crossed her arms, giving a playful grin. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
Snow raised her glass in a mock salute. “Yeah, but it’s not all glory in immortality, is it? You nearly destroyed three libraries and a dragon’s cave with that... what was it? ‘Finesse combat style’?”
Goldi laughed, clearly unbothered. “It was an experiment. The dragon was very understanding, okay?”
“And he still hasn’t forgiven you for it.” Rapunzel shook her head, braiding her hair absently. “But hey, at least you survived the experience.”
Goldi flashed a grin. “Well, if you call being immortal and a total badass surviving, then sure. I’m alive and burning bright. And I’m telling my story, my way.”
There was a pause as the rest of the girls exchanged glances, the playful tension in the air palpable. Finally, Red spoke up, her voice tinged with mischief.
“Well, Goldi, your story might be a little... twisted sometimes, but I think we can all agree on one thing.”
Goldi raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”
“That you’re the most entertaining chaos magnet we’ve ever met.”
The others all nodded in agreement.
“True.” Goldi smirked. “And don’t forget it.”
World of 4EverMore | Bloodthorn Publishing | 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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