Spring is upon us, and so are the many facets of change. We welcome you to explore short stories about love, loss and... kissing in the rain! This is an anthology from the Pink Literary Society. TW: some stories contain smutty smut and fanfics.

BOOK ONE Atlas Hawthorne, one of five pillars chosen to save humanity, embarks on a mind-bending mission to terraform Earth. Equipped with all the tools necessary for success, Atlas and her four companions lead a team back to their home, determined to restore it to its former glory and amidst the scientific challenges, monsters, and triumphs of restoring the ravaged planet; Atlas unexpectedly finds love, adding another layer of complexity to their already monumental task. ATTENTION: I OWN ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY (including the book cover)- DO NOT use without permission or legal action will be taken! WARNINGS: 18+, Blood, Gore, Violence, Death, War, Self harm, Explicit Scenes

It's spring time! And you know what that means! Rain and kisses! Come join us in the Pink Literary Society for our Spring Anthology! It is a low stakes way to have some fun writing with some fun people! And maybe get some kisses along the way if you're lucky.

As the Vampiric Era rises, Faerûn begins to bleed. From the shadows of Baldur's Gate, Ascended Astarion plots to transform the city into a sprawling necropolis, fueled by an ambition to bend the continent to his undead will... Until someone or something stands in his way. Starfell (Tav), a Moon-Maiden drow blessed by Eilistraee becomes a bard who uses her voice solely to unite and to inspire. Though as tension spreads in Waterdeep, she must now lead her troupe of performers through a harrowing quest to save Faerûn, yet again. No longer just stars of the stage, they must now become revolutionaries to shield the world from an eternal eclipse. WARNINGS: -> THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, MINORS- PLEASE READ SOMETHING ELSE -> ALL RIGHTS RESERVED FOR THIS **STORYLINE ONLY** -> I **DO NOT** OWN THE DND BALDURS GATE FRANCHISE (Belongs to Larian Studios) THIS IS A FANFICTION

For Pink Literary Society's 2025 Christmas anthology, Coffee, Crime and Christmas Time, it's a short story about moving a house and giving the man the middle finger. Content warning: There is no coffee because I think coffee is icky. Best I could offer is hot chocolate. It is also brown but it is more tasty. In theory at least, because I also don't like chocolate. I'm a mess. Sue me Gemma. Update: Coffee made an appearance. It was for the narrative. This content warning is now for the presence of coffee.

It's that time of year, the time of family, fun, friends and MURDER. Jingle your bells, deck your halls and get ready for Pink Literary Society Christmas Anthology. Please interpret the theme in any way you choose! Is it murder? Is it a simple accidental theft? Or did someone watch too many true crime podcasts and start eyeing up their quiet neighbour? This Christmas short story collection is intended for new stories that we write together before the culmination of the season. Our discord will be hosting brainstorming leading up to the event launch on December 1st and will be hosting sprinting and other writing events up until the event's conclusion on December 15th. At that point, all submitted stories will be added to this anthology for the holiday! We hope to see you! And happy writing!

Calliope Sangseer did not realize the price she would have to pay to escape her pain. After becoming a vampiric countess, she was forced to marry the tyrant son of a powerful vampiric family. Her husband is returning from war and Calliope needs to escape. She hires Maeve Clovenhoof, a witch who adorns herself with antlers, to get her out of the marriage. Maeve eagerly agrees to help, all while facing the promise she made to her lost gods. It is not that simple, however, as ancient vampiric power, religious extremism, a dead society, and personal traumas are bled into adventure and love. General trigger warnings for the following; forced marriage, blood, homophobia, transphobia, religious extremism, genocide, violence, power imbalance, sex/sexual themes, kink.

START HERE! This is Book 1 of Tales of Arcelia! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Malik Jackson needed help. After being exiled from the ocean, he washed up on the beach covered in injuries and missing scales from his tail. A kind vampire took him in, leading him to meet his soulmate. Xander Delaney had always been a loner. Known by outsiders as reclusive and his friends as quiet, he'd never made a deep connection with anyone before. When Malik entered his life, he felt truly seen and understood for the first time. Their lives sound like they would've been perfect, if not for the mysterious stalker linked to Malik's past. Not only do they have to survive, but they have to do it with their sanities intact. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ *now rewritten!* TRIGGER WARNINGS: some mental health topics, transphobia, and mild gore. Everything is kept to a minimum :) This is a boyxboy I wrote from my own fictional universe. I named each part of the world on my own, any likeness to someone else's work or to real life is purely coincidental. Written exclusively for Wattpad and Inkitt! No copying allowed. #1 in Merfolk 3.29.2024

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. Copyright 2025 AnemoneMarino. All Rights Reserved. Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

It finally happened. The world ended. And Liam Smith was one of the few survivors. There wasn't much left to fight for those days. Only people. When his were taken, there wasn't much choice but to get them back. With the help of strangers and a shit ton of luck, the teen settled in for the fight of his life. Facing evil schemes and human testing you may wonder how one kid could make a difference. Well the answer was simple; he was immune.