📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #4
Tink’s Revenge & Other Sparkly Nightmares
Filed under: Fae Drama, Flying Objects, and Unsolicited Glitter Spells
The Quill hadn’t even cooled down from Red’s moonlit mic drop when the walls of the chamber shivered - literally shivered - with the screech of tiny wings and high-octane fae fury.
There was a shriek. A flash. A puff of suspiciously violet smoke.
And then - bam - Tink was standing dead center on the tea table, surrounded by teacups, scrolls, and a suspicious pile of cinnamon-glitter scones.
"OH NO YOU DON’T," she screamed, tossing her golden curls like a battle banner. “You all think you’re just gonna skip me in the storytelling lineup? While Miss Red Murdercloak gets a standing ovation for her tragic wolf girl nonsense? Absolutely not.”
Cinderella blinked, reaching for her teacup. “...Tink, darling, no one skipped you. You literally left the room in a trail of sparkling profanity.”
“I was storming out in protest!” Tink snapped, now pacing across the tea table like it was her glittery runway. “And anyway, you know what? Fine. Red got her moment. Now it’s my turn. It’s time for truth, glamour, and unapologetic fae royalty.”
“You’re not royalty,” Snow muttered under her breath.
Tink spun. “I am fabulously powerful, which is essentially the same thing, Ice Biscuit.”
Goldi choked on her popcorn. “Did… did she just call Snow an ice biscuit?”
Rapunzel was wheezing in the corner. “I - I’m using that.”
But Tink wasn’t listening anymore. She was already summoning a glitter storm above her head, her wings pulsing with hot pink rage and raw fae magic.
“Let me tell you something about being born a fae in a realm that expects you to be adorable and helpful,” she said, her voice a dangerously melodic hum. “Spoiler alert: I am neither. I wasn’t made to sprinkle wishes on toddlers and flutter over lost socks.”
“No, darling,” Red muttered, lounging with her boots on the windowsill. “You were made to incite riots with sequins.”
“Correct,” Tink said without missing a beat. “I was born in the Wildglimmer Woods - the real ones, not the filtered tourist traps. I survived seventeen trials by fire before I could fly. I’ve bartered with moon spirits. I’ve cursed entire bloodlines. I hexed a duke once because he sneezed at my wings.”
“...to be fair,” Cinderella whispered, “he did sneeze glitter for six months.”
“I regret nothing!” Tink threw her arms wide. The scones levitated. The Quill twitched in fear. “And unlike certain wolfy drama queens, I don’t need a tragic backstory to be interesting. I am the story.”
Snow rolled her eyes. “We’ll see how interesting you are when your glitter hex backfires and you sneeze sparkles for the rest of eternity.”
Tink paused.
Then narrowed her eyes.
And with a voice soaked in the venom of a thousand rejected glamor applications, she said, “You watch your frosted mouth, Snowglobe. Or I will make your hair frizz forever.”
Gasps echoed. Even the Quill wobbled in midair like it was ducking for cover.
Goldi was on the floor, whispering, “I can’t breathe. I can’t. I need popcorn refills.”
But Tink wasn’t done.
“I’m taking over the next story drop,” she announced, wings flaring dramatically. “And when my chapter hits? Oh honey - every flower, shadow, and creature in this forest will remember my name.”
She pointed at the Quill.
“I am Tinkerbell of the Night Glade. Fae of fury. Sparkleborn. Glamour-witch. Slayer of expectations. Bring. The. Ink.”
And with that, she exploded into a dramatic shower of glitter, leaving everyone coughing and covered in moonstone shimmer.
Red brushed sparkle off her cloak with the deadpan grace of someone used to this nonsense. “Remind me again why we let her near the story sessions?”
Cinderella shrugged. “Because she’s terrifying. And makes excellent tea.”
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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