📚 Short Stories From The Immortal Quill – Issue #5
Tink’s Truth
“Sweet As Pie, Spiked With Vengeance”
“Everyone thinks they know me,” Tink huffed, plopping herself sideways in her jewel-encrusted armchair like a disgruntled pixie queen. “Oh, Tinkerbell’s just the feisty sidekick. Tinkerbell’s just jealous of Wendy. Tinkerbell ruins tea parties with her attitude and glitter hexes.”
She sipped her rose petal tea—laced with enough sass to kill a mortal—and gave the Quill a look that could freeze fire.
“Let me make one thing crystal clear, darling: I. Am. A. Legend. And these little bedtime story versions of me? Lies, written by men who were afraid of strong wings and stronger women.”
Snow snorted. “You tried to curse Wendy into a tree.”
“She kissed Peter,” Tink snapped. “With tongue! In my glade! That’s practically war.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “You tried to drown her.”
“Oh, please, like that would’ve stuck. She was already deadweight.”
Goldi gasped. “Tink!”
“What? Am I supposed to pretend I was nice about it? This is not a rehabilitation scroll. This is my story.” She crossed her arms, wings twitching. “And for the record, Peter was mine first. Before he got all moony over Lost Girls and home-baked morality.”
She gave an eye-roll so dramatic it caused three teacups to shatter from sheer offense.
“I practically built Nederland with glamours and stolen starfire. Did anyone thank me? Nooo. I was ‘too emotional.’ ‘Too possessive.’ ‘Too stabby.’ Excuse me for having standards and a basic grip on territorial energy!”
Cinderella tried to interject. “But weren’t you also—”
“YES, I was the one who designed the flight paths, who kept the shadow beasts at bay, who cloaked the island from mortal eyes.” Tink stood up on the table again, throwing her hands wide. “And what did I get? A footnote in some boy’s story and a sparkle wand merchandise line. I have rage, not royalties!”
Red whispered to Rapunzel, “Honestly, the merch is cute though.”
“I HEARD THAT!”
Rapunzel held up her hands. “Respectfully. Super cute.”
Tink pointed an accusatory manicured nail at the room. “And don’t even get me started on Wendy. Oh, she was always all lace and lullabies. But behind closed doors? That girl was plotting harder than I was! Tried to get Peter to banish me once. Me! The reason he even had a shadow!”
The room gasped.
“She didn’t!” Goldi clutched her popcorn like a sacred artifact.
“She did,” Tink seethed. “But I got the last laugh. Her little 'storybook romance' with Peter? Didn't even last three centuries. Meanwhile, I’m here, immortal, fabulous, and finally telling my own damn tale.”
She twirled midair in a puff of peach glitter, smug as ever.
“Also,” she added sweetly, “I may or may not have hexed her lineage so every daughter for the next twelve generations is afraid of sparkly shoes.”
Snow coughed on her tea.
Cinderella blinked. “...wait. That explains my cousin’s whole barefoot rebellion.”
“You’re welcome,” Tink said with a dangerous wink.
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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